02.04.10
Backwards
I think sometimes it's difficult for people, myself included, to realize how ridiculously loyal I am. Honestly, sometimes I feel half-golden retriever or something. I have always been good to my friends. I'm the "good friend," the loyal one, the reliable one. Yeah, sometimes it is annoying to be expected to be at everyone's beck and call, but I usually don't mind. You just need to be at mine, too.
You want me on your team. I'm the temperamental ball-buster bitch with some goody-two-shoes facade. Which brings me to say that if you're not my friend, or if you treat me poorly, you're in trouble. I have literally scared people away from wanting to screw me over, and I'm not sure if that's something I should really brag about.
If you're my friend, if you treat me well and are there for me when I need you, I'd give my life for you. I'd drive fourteen hours to Indiana for you, or stay up until four in the morning telling you everything's going to be okay (even if I do have a test the next day). I will be there for you.
You want me on your side. And I realize I sound like a dog.
written at 11:22 pm