but it's like we're our own brat pack

we're basically in love

maybe i'm wrong. maybe humans really aren't all that bad after all. it's taken a lot of pride to swallow my words and admit that there really are nice people out there. i'm not naive or a bastard; i know there are a few diamonds in the rough. but maybe it's my age, my situation, my mindset I DON'T KNOW but i do know that i've started to recognise i'm surrounded by absolute heroes.

you probably already know but "what the fuck are you so happy about?"

it's the little things that they do. it's ringing you up just to say hello and ask if you're okay. it's buying you an eagle keyring because they know you love them. it's coming over with horror films and pizza. it's bringing your favourite m&ms back from america. it's inviting you over to watch the lego movie and drink coffee. it's ordering you a rose made from book pages and sending it to your work. it's giving you a card to say well done for your hard work. it's driving you to asda at midnight because you really want to buy a cactus and some jars. 

those are the people you need to keep around. my parents have always mentioned how lovely my friends are. whilst it's nice that they do, it's also pretty obvious. why would you consciously befriend dicks? i knew i was feeling pretty low when i fell across that cringey quote "if you're feeling shit, make sure you're not surrounding yourself with dicks" and, when it turned out i really wasn't, i knew something was up. but these friends, the ones who still make an effort, those who've been around for 23 years or 9 months. they're the ones to keep. 

possibly my favourite thing of all time

like kimbra told us, it's definitely a two way street. you've got to make an effort with them too. there's only so many texts you can ignore or rendezvous' you cancel before they give up on you. and that's understandable. you're not letting them in, you're not telling them what's wrong, why would they keep fighting for something that's obviously not working? but it's when the connection comes so naturally. it's not awkward when you don't reply, it's not weird when you see them after 4 months of hiding away, it's not heartbreaking when you tell them all about your woes because they care. they want to be there. and you're just glad they are. 

so count your blessings. hold onto them. maybe it's one person, maybe it's ten. but appreciate them, cherish them. and make sure you'd do the same if the tables were turned. chances are, if you're feeling this low and shite, you're a pain in the ass. a real effort to be around. but be honest. be courteous. be grateful.