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After a little bit of thinking… a little bit of pessimism… I am fully and painfully aware of something here… that something being who my REALY good, best friends are.  And, well…

FUCK ANYONE who has a problem with these people.  Because they are important to me, and they do right by me 99% of the time, and anyone who wants to either feel insecure about my attachment to my BEST FRIENDS because I care about them and because they’ve proven themselves, time and time again, when I have really needed them, or who wants to hold against them the 1% of times they’ve messed up… those people can just get over it.

Yes, sometimes my friends make mistakes and do stupid things that may put me in awkward situations.  Yes, I do truly LOVE my best friends- no, not in a want to date/marry/sleep with kind of way but in the best friends, I hurt for them when things go wrong, I feel joy for them when things go well, and I fully appreciate them for all they are and all they do for me kind of way.  

It’s frustrating that my very good best friends mere existence, or rather, my acknowledgement as such of their importance to me, can cause so much drama.  Yes, I talk to my best friends and about my best friends a lot.  Go figure- they are important to me!  I am loyal beyond reason to people who haven’t even proven they deserve it- you better bet that is about 10,000,000,000 times as true for my loyalty to my best friends.

That’s it for my rant for the evening.  I love my besties.  I’d not be where I am today if not for them.

~Katy