I'm quite candid. Not the type of candid that gives girls the justification to tell friends how ugly they think they are. Not that type of girl who says the meanest things in retort to feeling inferior but gives some bullshit excuse about how she "just tells it how it is." No, not that sense but in the case of my life. I fully believe in being honest. A lie takes too much work. I want to tell the world about every up and down I have. Why can't I? Because it involves other people. My struggles always involve other people. It might be the reason I have only one constant friend. I bet some people will become offended by that statement. Others will understand. I believe you're supposed to use pseudonyms on blogs for others' sake but because this friend is my only friend, you'd know who I'm talking about anyway. Jessi is a low maintenance friend. We talk or we don't talk. We hang out or we don't hang out. We get busy or we get together. Besides the occasional "R u mad?" text, we're great friends and we both don't require too much from each other. That seems to be the only kind of friendship I can have. Every other has fallen apart and maybe been rebuilt but never the same way. This is something that I can claim is true, though. Analyzing my relationships, I'm pretty sure the low maintenance is key to its success.
It's important to know who you are. As with anything in life, you must know limits. Know your limits. I need to know myself and I'm still figuring that out day by day. So far I know that I am candid and maybe that should be my disclaimer since it's not the greatest quality but I've accepted it. Find qualities even if they're not desirable. It will bring you closer to your limits.
