They Come and Go...

As the years have come and gone, I've learned that, so do people. I cherish the teenage years when having a best friend or two, was the most important thing. I grew up surrounded by friends. They were my support group when things went wrong, the close friends I had came by the dozen. And like every normal relationship or lack there of, things happen and slowly but surely your close group of friends lessens by the numbers. In retrospect, I graduated Middle School with about fourteen close friends, give or take, when I graduated High School I had about four close friends. And now, four years after high school, that numbers down to a measly two; On a good day. Now don' get me wrong, I know people that I can call friends, or acquaintances for that matter, I'm not an outcast, BUT for those days where you just gotta release that aggression bottling up inside, there's only two people I turn to. So what happens when you can't turn to the few people you normally would?...