My high school years weren't too crazy. I partied, not heavily, but just enough to be social. I followed what my friends did, tried what they tried. Somehow, thankfully, I came out of my teenage years unscathed. Somehow, he was protecting me, keeping me safe. Many times, bad things could have happened to me, but just the thought of him made me feel safe, his name kept me safe.
Every time someone spoke of his name in a bad way, it stung my heart, every time someone mentioned his name or that of his fathers, made me get defensive, yet I would never speak up. Too scared, too shy...
Following your friends can lead to bad decisions, mistakes you could have otherwise not made.
A friend that helps you fall, is not a friend at all.
I gave up a best friend, the greatest friend I will ever know, for some "friends" who aren't even my friends now.
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