I’ve been driving myself crazy. Thinking about how much I want to be your friend. Your real friend.
I’ve been asking myself if I’m good enough, funny enough, different enough, interesting enough.
But the truth is I love who I am inside. And I don’t want to have to try to be someone else. And I don’t want to spend one more second worrying if I’m friend material.
I want to be wild and free and caring and deep and honest and messed up and clumsy and witty- for me.
So if you want to be in my life, great. If not, then it’s not meant to be. And that’s okay.