One of my biggest fears in life are changes, I always need a plan, even if it’s just a weekend plan. I hate it when something doesn’t go as planned. If you’re supposed to be picked up at 9pm, then pick me up at 9pm. I don’t want to wait another hour until someone picks me up to finally have some drinks, dance the night away and have a great time with your close’s friends.   It’s been about two years since my very important friendship broke and it’s been a long healing process. It took forever to understand that the time I had with, I’ll keep it a little anonymous and name them here Micky and Minnie, are never going to be the same. First of all, why do people change? Why do we become a different person when we get older?  Part one Minnie She was a complicated person, we were friends, stopped talking for a while, became friends again, stopped talking and you know. It was like a circle or more like a friendship season. I like to think back on the good times, just...