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(Disclaimer: This isn’t directed at any one person. It’s an amalgamation of multiple irritations that have given way to the self reflection that follows.)

Sometimes a bunch of stuff happens all at once that makes me question my worth. Lately I’m concerned that people may think I’m not a good person.

Thing is, I’m think actually a pretty good friend to have. Ask any of the people in my life. Although I’m rarely this kind to myself, my friends enjoy such benefits as undying loyalty, pretty much constant contact, seriously good advice, silliness and definitely no judgement. I’ll be the first to go to bat for someone who needs it, even if they don’t know it.

And yeah I share more about myself than I should, give people the benefit of the doubt and trust too easily, but I’d rather be genuine, honest and understood than be fake for the sake of social convention. And yes, I’ll tell you all about my damage and I’ll say things that may make you feel sad or uncomfortable, but that’s only because to be my friend means you understand what you’re getting yourself into. I don’t drag people into my nonsense without their willingness to accept it for what it is.

So, really you have a choice, and one that you can change your mind about at anytime. I understand if you’d want to, I really do. But once we’re done, we’re done. No games. Rip off the bandaid and let go.