my friends, I do, dearly. I have very few of them, and each one is very precious and unique...but I'm a terrible friend. I make plans, and break them. I say I'll be somewhere, but I don't show. I really, really suck. I could justify all this by whining and crying about my social anxiety disorder and all that nonsense, and it would be true, but it doesn't change the fact that I leave my girls hanging in the wind far too often. Honestly, I'm not really sure why they still ask me out. Damn I suck.