Second family

My second family is my friends. I have confidential self problems that I only share those to the ones who I really trust. Meeting new people was never a struggle for me, getting to know them and knowing their true colors in the end is what disappoints me. Friends come and go but to those who stuck up with you throughout your struggles are real keepers. I'm so blessed to have my friends or what I call my second family because if it weren't for them believing in me, I wouldn't be where I am right now. Whenever I fight with my family, my friends would always be there for me. They'd drive to my house and get me and just chill wherever I want just to clear my mind and comfort me and try to make me laugh. Those are the times I treasure the most. You'd only know who your real friends are when you get into a bad situation. Fake friends would only be with you through your good times, but what about the bad times? I've been really careful on who to trust since I've lost and gained friends but I understand that that is part of life. I'm glad my friends who are still here for me are still in touch with me. I'm so blessed to have great friends.