I've come to realise, now that I'm leaving. Who my true friends are and who aren't.
You come to realise, who you think will miss you, won't. And who you don't expect at all to miss you Will.
My mum has always said, your true friends are the ones you can count on one hand. The ones that have been there, through it all. To help you. To love you and to be there and not judge you and your decisions.
I can count on less the one hand my TRUE friends and I am undoubtedly grateful for each and every one of them... I thought I felt sad, and alone knowing what people felt. But instead I found myself actually being quite thankful for what I've had and what I've got.