Sorry I’m Not Sorry.

I’ve come to the realization that I’m an asshole. I know, I know – I’m late. Fuck you. I consider myself a good friend, but I’m def not the best person to talk to if you’re looking for some sugar-coated sympathy. I’m not the friend that’s going to be on your side just because we’re friends. I’m not going to pretend like I can’t see past all the bullshit. And I’m not going to tell you to follow your heart when we both know its GPS is broken.

I’m going to be the friend that calls you out on your bullshit, and doesn’t mind you doing the same. I’m going to be the friend that shakes my head at you when you leave GNO to fuck some loser that keeps breaking your heart, but will still pick you up at his house in the morning. I’m going to be the friend that will never approve of a man that obviously doesn’t deserve you, but never wants to see you sad either. I’m going to be the friend that may never agree with all of your ideals, but will love you for them regardless.

I know it makes me sound like a hater, but the only thing I hate is seeing you settle. 

So to my friends, I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I’m not the easiest person to talk to about things. I’m sorry if I’m the overprotective friend that should just keep her mouth shut sometimes. And I’m sorry if my “tough love” comes off as me being judgmental. I just want the absolute best for you, and I’m sorry I want that more than you do.