I have to admit that I am not good at making friends. It seems too complicated to me. My mother always tells me to be more outgoing and talkative, yet I tend to be quiet among crowds and not willing to talk first. For years, I’ve been waiting and waiting， waiting to be found by my friends. It seems a little ridiculous, isnt it?

Yet, I am lucky. I have friends, valuable friends. They are so kind to reach me when I am alone， when I am not ready to get myself a friend. I feel grateful to them, for their kindness and passion, for the colors they ing into my life. Without them, its impossible for me to be as happy as I am now. They prove to me that Ideserve to be loved and to be cared about.