When you can’t seem to carry your own load and it starts to show, the people who truly care are the ones constantly asking if they can help. If you respond “no,” they still stick by your side even without obligation. I have my few, but I love my friends.
How is it possible to feel so insecure about so many aspects of my life right now? I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy.
super sick cover of Frank Ocean “Thinking About You.” yaaay Angie!
Please sleep softly
Leave me no room for doubt
After this weekend, I found myself reflecting on my drive back to OC. I’m incredibly lucky to have a handful of close girl friends that I can depend on, act natural around & not be judged, create memories with, and just laugh with.
I keep people who are two-faced, shady, and untrustworthy at a distance. Call me your “friend” if you think I am; I won’t be two-face, shady, or untrustworthy. I will keep your words at bay until your actions are reflective of what you say. I will observe how you treat other “friends” and the quality of those relationships. Going out to drink with people is not my idea of friendship, but I’m not against having a good time.
Like a girl friend said, “I have no reason to reach out to people who don’t reach out to me because they haven’t contributed to my life.” This may sound selfish, but hording friends & drinking buddies isn’t enriching. I value the friends who have stuck around through thick & thin and can say anything to my face (and accept what I say back). With that, good night. It’s a long week ahead.
I’m obsessed with scarves!
25 Ways to Wear a Scarf
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