It can be a sad thing to make friends at 17.
Fresh out of your carefree younger days, all is fun and well. Then 18 and 19 come, when you forego changes in personality, attitude, outlook, goals, and values. You start to shape and make sense of who you really are and what you care about. You look towards the future and decide what is the best way for you to approach it, and you start to put the past and sometimes even the present behind.
And when you come out of these transformations, you find out who can truly be your friends. And friendships don't always make it through the transition, especially without a foundation.
I wish we were 17 again.
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