I want to put my life in a book but I also want to put my friends in the book too, some of us have been through hell in many different colors. I have several friends who haven't felt my pain, nor my sorrow, have shed the almost insane mount of tears. I have few friends that have been through the same thing as me in different ways. And when you look into the persons eyes that have felt your pain, when you hug them there broken bits of glass still fall to the floor as you feel your loosing yourself too. You keep each other on stable ground, fix each other from breaking completely or putting the placing in the wrong spots and loose yourself. Ive