Lately it seems like more and more that my so-called friends aren’t real friend. Sure they would call me up and stuff, but it seems like they only did it because it was convenient. I have a car. If they wanted to do something, “let’s call Ivan. He’ll come and pick us up and drive us wherever we want and drop us off.” Well I’ll tell you something. I have three real friends: one who tries to encourage me to do something creative like write poetry or stories. The second is someone with whom I sit on a couch staring at channel 5 for hours without saying a word but enjoying it. The third lives in Ottawa so you see how that one is. So in conclusion, I feel that the only friends that matter are the ones who encourage you, will just sit and do nothing with you, or talk to you even when they’re miles away.
