I’m twenty years old and all I really want is a friend. I’m supposed to be the person with everything I, or anyone, could ever want. I am lucky to have what I have. Wealth, a loving family. Pretty dresses and large houses. I don’t have to worry about the future. I know what it will be. So yes, I have a lot. And my mother would tell me to not complain. So I don’t. Which is why she doesn’t know that...