A Circle of Friends...

My teacher sits in front of the room, saying things I won't understand until long after I've left this class. Or maybe I will understand what she says today, but the thing is I might not want to understand it. She tells me that I will go through friends and a few years down the road their will be a new group of friends. I don't want to believe this because I have finally found a group of friends who accept me, who make me feel whole, the friends I believe I should be with for the rest of my life. One of them is Logan, he's a great person, his parents defiantly did a wonderful job in raising him. He doesn't ever expect anything more from me than what I give. He is always there for me, and our other friends, even though hes got this way of not being there. It's hard to explain how he is such a great friend, but he is a truly wonderful friend. I really respect him for the way he is, he doesn't use curse words, he doesn't associate himself with things that he doesn't see as respectable. I try really hard to be like him, to respect myself even if it doesn't seem "cool", I just wish I did a better job of it.