Last night was a very silly Carmen Electra birthday for Chelsey, and I am so glad I decided to go. I really missed those girls.
Okay, so I've messed up a lot of things recently. Made some mistakes. DId some things the wrong way. Yet, these girls look past that and love me anyway, because instead of seeing mistake after mistake, they see the girl with the crazy hair who laughs way too hard and takes a billion pictures. That's all I wanted all along.
I don't try and deny that some of the things I've done were wrong, but I don't think I'm wrong in expecting my friends to still see me as me in spite of my actions. I am still me, and there are some who don't see that. There are some who let my relationship with someone else effect my relationship with them. Yet the one person who is entitled to judgement and condemnation and anything else terrible he can think of remains as close by my side as ever. What does that say about the strength of my relationships?
I needed last night. I needed to see that I'm still me, and stupid things I may do can't change that in the eyes of those who are truly there for me.