((((HazelGirl))))
Sometimes we're so desperately in need of comfort that we just can't believe it's true when someone offers it. I know I do this. I push away all offers of comfort because I think I'm being mocked for being pathetic or something. So I end up with no real friends in my life, only leeches, because I'm good at making others feel good, but lousy at letting others make me feel good.

I wish I could come to your birthday btw. I'd show up with a bunch of balloons and an obnoxious musical card and a small present (I saw a lovely friendship bracelet the other day...) packed in the biggest box I could find. I'd encourage the playing of silly party games and dancing on the furniture and probably drink too much and embarrass the life out of you. It'd be a helluva party