April 24, 2005
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TS, are you reading this?
There are a very few select people who I am sure like me for who I really am. I mean, throughout my whole life there have only been a few of these people.
Don’t get me wrong- I know people like me. But there aren’t very many people who know me, the real me, very well, and still like me. Most of the people who know me that well go away- most of those people find that I’m not the person they expected me to be, or wanted me to be, and they change their minds & haul out.
There are very few people who make me proud to be the person I am- people who don’t want to change me or judge me. People who just want to be with me. People who know everything I am & love me for it all the same- maybe even love me because of it.
Most of these people, oddly enough, are not my closest friends. Most of these people are acquaintances or friends-in-passing or people I have not had a chance to hang out with more.
These are the people who make me unashamed to be me… people who make me feel like I am actually someone worth being. These people don’t even know it, probably, but they’re my favorite people in the world, ever.
I hung out with one of these people last night… and I talked to another on the phone later.
And when one of these people lets you down, it hurts like a fucking bitch.
PS- I know you’ve gotta look out for yourself first & foremost… I’m just bummed, is all. I miss you & I love you. Not in the skanky way. I just love you.
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