i guess in order to grow up, you can’t really have a best friend. someone to rely on, to care for and care with. someone you tell all of your thoughts. because your thoughts are so jumbled, and confused. they let things out that probably aren’t in your power to be told. and it messes things up. you forget your place when you start to care. you forget your place when you find that one ‘constant’. and then you tell them everything. and then they tell their other best friend. and by that time, you’re screwed.