you tend to make friends with people you get along with; people you can talk to, people you can laugh with, people you click with, people you understand, and who understand you back.

people you like.

good people.

and it's all lovely and wonderful and all that crap because you're surrounded with people you like and every day is a happy day. your friends are awesome. you love them to bits.


but you grow up a little, and you start to realize all your friends are flawed.
but you can forgive that, because you know that essentially, they are good people; you love them, and you get past their faults.


then you grow a little older, and you begin to see the flaws in yourself.

and these aren't as easy to forgive.