Literature
Friends don't have to breathe...
"My friends don't need to breathe."
I've said that countless times. My parents called it just a simple faze when I first said it, a childish game that they would neither support nor scold me for; alas, although I was not scolded, I was encouraged to get over that faze. Friendship groups, clubs, games and playgroups were thrown onto me three, four, five times a week. However, they became more and more concerned as I refused to respond to any of the subliminal messages behind it, that even though they suggested that these clubs were nothing more than something to give me a little extra learning or something to do at home, the messag