So Dane felt ill today. And I really feel like crap, but not physically. Mentally. Because I was being my usual self (obnoxious, snarky, et cetera) because I didn't know. And now I feel so guilty, because hello! I was sick not too long ago too and I would have smacked anyone who acted so...Anne-esque. (And oh God, I do not want to become her.)
It's so stupid. I want to be friends with him and I want to be friends with other people, but the latter requires me to be a moron eighty percent of the time. And furthermore, being a moron is just me. Yes, I can be serious and intelligent, but there are times when I can be loud and stupid. And those are happening with more and more frequency.
The thing is, I feel like I'm under more pressure because of the fact that we're friends. He's not gonna rip into Wendy, a slighty stupid (read as: braindead) blonde, as much as he would me for being late or talking or anything else that ticks him off.
Sometimes I don't know if he even likes me.
So if the object of this message ever happens to read it, I'm sorry for being typical. And you know I don't want to be typical.
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