A Post No One Will Ever Read, Probably

Sometimes I really wish I could hate you. You are (at your worst) absolutely infuriating, impossible to predict, stubborn and proud and contrary, and… to be honest, I’m pretty sure you don’t deserve me, sometimes. I am not being arrogant when I say I am an amazing friend, when I say that I am selfless, when I say that I care more about the happiness of others than I care about my own. It’s just a fact, sure as the rotation of the earth. Any one of our friends could tell you that. You can tell me that.

But it is that VERY fact- my goodness as a friend- that has gotten us where we are. I have never been more insulted in my life, and I can’t not care. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, because you are (at your best) brilliant and witty and generous, inspired and inspiring. You’re my *best friend.*

I just hate how fucked up everything has become. I hate that you won’t read this. I hate that you may not even want to.

I hate that I have no idea how much of this is all in my head.