My friends chose me.

Isn’t that crazy?

Isn’t it crazy that they care for me?

Sometimes I can hardly believe it.

And they love me.

They don’t judge me.

Isn’t that kind of weird?

Suspicious?

It’s not.

That’s the crazy part.

I can be myself around them.

I can trust them.

And it’s sad that this is new for me,

That I haven’t known the feeling in a while.

But it’s not weird that I’m happy.

It’s not weird that they like me.

I’m a good person.

I deserve to be around good people just like this.

I’m a little crazy.

I get in my head a lot.

But it isn’t my fault.

I’m working through some stuff.

A lot of my current fears are just trauma responses.

I still get nervous about whether I can call it that.

So I stick with my real friends.

And I occasionally have to remind myself that I don’t need to be scared with them.

Because unlike other people,

They’ve proved it to me.

Time and time again.