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After months of crushing on this guy, he finally asked me out. I was so excited! For our third date, we made plans to go hang at a lake near where we lived. We ended up going swimming and afterwards, my crush made a nice campfire so that we could dry off. It was super romantic.

As we were sitting there, he put his arm around me while we talked. Pretty soon the snuggling became a steamy make-out session. I was all so fast and overwhelming that I could barely focus on anything else. All of the sudden, I felt something wet dripping down my leg. I broke the kiss to subtly check it out… and noticed that my period had come early! 

I immediately wrapped myself in a towel, but my crush noticed that something was going on. Since we were in bathing suits and towels, it was pretty obvious what was happening. He just stared at me. We left and the whole car ride home was awkward and embarrassing, thanks to my unexpected and unwelcome visitor.

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There’s this guy in my school who I’ve liked for a really long time. When he asked me out on a date, I was super excited. He had me choose where to go, and since I’m kind of obsessed with birds, I figured what better place to go than the park on our first date?

While we were there, I was feeding the birds and trying to look as cute and smoochable as possible. Everything was going great! He took me over to this cute little pond surrounded by trees and it was super romantic.

As he got closer, I started prepping myself for the big kiss. We looked into each other’s eyes, edged even closer and then… I felt something warm in my hair. I screamed and jumped and he burst out laughing when he realized it was bird poop. I was mortified and it was so disgusting. We’re still dating, but we tend to avoid the park now.

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There are a lot of ways I embarrass myself on a daily basis – falling, crying in public, saying awkward things – but I think some of my worst embarrassing moments have happened due to my fear of spiders. I know that everyone says this, but guys, seriously: I’m really afraid of spiders.

This fear is nothing to joke about. When I say I’m afraid of spiders, I don’t just mean that they gross me out and I don’t really want to get close enough to one to kill them. No, I mean that spiders literally give me major anxiety, even enough for a panic attack or two. I’m not just afraid of spiders – I am genuinely terrified of them. From the way I feel about them, you would think they’re giant monsters taking over the world (actually, don’t even joke about that).

How often have I made a complete fool out of myself thanks to creepy, crawly spiders? Um, I lost count when I was, like, 11-years-old. It’s bad. My friends and family pretty much hate me for it. In my defense, I can’t always be held accountable for my actions. Most people don’t understand the anxiety spiders give me – they think my fear is more about dramatics. It’s hard to explain that knowing a spider is near me makes it difficult for me to breathe or think in a rational way. I literally have no control over myself. I’m giving you a rundown of my worst moments in the hope that I realize I am not alone.

One of the first times I hung out with my boyfriend, I spotted a spider on his ceiling while we were making out. (Side note, I have a sense about spiders. I ALWAYS know when they’re around. It’s terrible.) For 1.5 seconds, I contemplated attempting to be cool about it since I was still in that stage of trying to impress him. Then the spider moved closer and I decided, nope, being single isn’t so bad. I literally pushed him off of me, rolled/fell off the bed half-naked and started crawling towards the door, shrieking “Spider! SPIDER!” I might have started crying. After he killed it, things were weird, as he tried to decide whether or not I was clinically insane.

There are two times I can remember that I’ve managed to get my normally calm best friend seriously mad at me. One time, I was innocently driving home at around 2 in the morning when, BOOM, a freakin’ spider fell from the ceiling right in front of my face. I swerved my car to the side of the road, screamed my head off, jumped out of the car and danced around shaking my head and freaking out. When I looked in the car, it was crawling across the dashboard. I was in a terrible neighborhood but couldn’t imagine getting back in my car – so I called my best friend.

She trekked out into the freezing cold night to find me standing outside of my car considering whether I would rather be in the car with a spider or get mugged (getting mugged didn’t seem so bad). When she couldn’t find the spider, I made her drive my car back to my house so I could drive hers so I didn’t have to get in my car. She did it, vowed to make fun of me for the rest of my life, but on the plus side, won Best Friend Of The Year.

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Another time, we were in the middle of a long car ride when I spotted a spider crawling towards me faster than anything I’ve ever seen. I didn’t even know how to handle myself as it came closer, so I started hyperventilating and moving away until I literally was sitting on her lap… while she was driving. She screamed, “Jessica, GET OFF OF ME, you’re insane” and pulled over to yell at me. I deserved it, I almost killed us all. She barely spoke to me all weekend.

On a more serious note, I once had a legitimate panic attack thanks to a spider. I was home alone when I saw a huge, fuzzy black spider making it’s way across my bedroom ceiling. I ran out of the room screaming for help until I realized there was no one. I called my mom at work, hysterical. She tried to calm me down, but nothing was working. I have literally never felt so panicky in my life. I finally called my brother and begged him to come home from work to kill the spider for me. Once he got home, he found me crawled up in a ball downstairs, crying and shaking. It was so bad, he couldn’t even make fun of me. That’s a big deal for my brother.

Then there was that time I embarrassed myself in front of my entire homeroom class. In high school, there was this guy we’ll call O who thought my fear of spiders was hilarious. He tortured me constantly and loved to make me look like an idiot. One day, he put a very realistic looking fake spider in my desk. I sat down, opened it, saw the spider and all hell broke loose. I didn’t know it was fake, screamed like I was being murdered, everyone stared at me then started laughing, I immediately started crying and then I ran out of the school and went home for the day.

The weirdest part of that story? A few years later, O got in touch with me through Facebook saying he wanted to take me out. I still sort of hated him for the infamous spider incident but hesitantly agreed. O acted like a perfect gentlemen, and at the end of the night, he told me he had to take me out because, even years later, he still felt horrible about the spider prank. I guess it was kind of sweet.

I could go on for hours telling you about my embarrassing spider stories, but I won’t. I’m sort of getting creeped out – I keep looking around making sure there aren’t any watching me. I wish I could say my fear is getting better… but it’s totally not. So I want to know: have you ever done anything similar thanks to your fear?

What are you afraid of? Are you terrified of spiders also? Has your fear ever totally embarrassed you? Do you have some crazy stories? Tell me in the comments!

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This morning, I was reminded of yet another ridiculous/awkward moment of my life when reading this New York Times blog about the importance of wearing a helmet when going skiing and/or snowboarding. What is it, you ask? Oh, just that time I almost ruined the first romantic trip I went on with my boyfriend because I thought I was dying.

Here’s what went down. (Read this if you feel like laughing at me, or read it if you ski or snowboard and don’t wear a helmet.)

Two years ago, my boyfriend and I went on our very first mini-vacay together. We realized that we both shared a passion for skiing/snowboarding and wanted to get a chance to do it together. We used my parents’ timeshare to get a sick suite in a hotel close to a mountain for a weekend and we were super excited. I couldn’t wait to hit the slopes with him and show off a little bit.

Important note: At that time, I had been skiing for almost 10 years, yet had never once worn a helmet. Why? I thought they looked stupid, plain and simple. This was surprising for a person like me, who worries every minute of the day, but whatever. I had always been a cautious skier and never thought a helmet was a necessity.

Once we got on the mountain, I strapped on my skis and got ready to impress my boyfriend with my skills (PS, I’m not a super talented skier). The whole day went great – conditions were awesome, I flew by my BF a few times, he told me I was better than he thought. Score! I felt pretty cool.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted and it was getting colder, windier and icier. We decided to do one more run down a blue (intermediate) trail, and I privately decided to kick my boyfriend’s butt and beat him to the bottom. I was flying down the mountain, going faster than I had gone all day, when… I failed. At the very end of the trail, I hit a super steep hill practically covered in ice. I was going so fast and the ice was so slippery that I tumbled down it, landing on my back and hitting my head on the ground. Of course, of course, that was the very moment my boyfriend had caught up to me. He had seen the whole thing.

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Obviously, he was super sweet about it. But not only was I embarrassed… I was totally freaking out. See, I’m kind of a hypochondriac, and as I mentioned before, a huge worrywart. I was in a major panic that I had gotten a concussion, or some other sort of head injury, and that I was going to die in my sleep.

I didn’t want to let on to my boyfriend what a crazy psycho I was being in my head, so I tried to play it cool. But after an hour of being chill about the whole thing (what? I tried!), I brought it up. He reassured me that I was fine, and then I brought it up again. And again. Soon, it was all I could talk and think about.

I spent the rest of the night calling and texting my parents asking them if they were sure I shouldn’t go to the hospital, and wondering what my BF would do if I passed out while he was in the shower. So, not exactly the super romantic night I had planned. Trying to be cute and couple-y doesn’t really go hand-in-hand with being convinced you’re about to die.

What did I do almost immediately after that weekend? I spent a lot of money on a helmet to wear the next time we went skiing. I got lucky with that fall and didn’t get seriously hurt – but head injuries happen all the time on the mountain. Also? I just kind of needed to prevent future embarrassments like that (FYI – they’re still happening).

Do you ski or snowboard? Do you wear a helmet? What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done in front of a boyfriend or crush? Tell me in the comments!

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Okay, so before I start this story, I have to point out that it really wasn’t that traumatizing. I mean, yeah, for me it sort of was, but now that I’m older, I can look back and wonder why this was so important to me. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still don’t like Valentine’s Day… and it’s all this story’s fault.

Here’s what went down.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I had just started dating my very first boyfriend, D. Obviously, I was really excited to finally have a Valentine’s Day that involved more than just roses and chocolate from my dad (although, looking back…). D was romantic, so I pictured bouquets of flowers being sent to me during class, boxes of chocolates waiting by my door and a diamond necklace in a pretty little package. You know, the normal things 15-year-olds do for each other.

In my school, we had Candy-Grams every year on Valentine’s Day. You could buy a Candy-Gram for $1 for someone and they were delivered to the class at the beginning of every period (picture the candy cane grams scene in Mean Girls and you’ll see what I’m getting at). I figured D would get me a few Candy-Grams and the day before, I wondered how many I would get… I settled on a minimum of four but was open to the possibility of more than that.

Um, let’s just say things didn’t go as planned. First period came along, and a student came into the class to give out bags of Candy-Grams. I smiled, waiting for mine… and it never appeared. Second period happened, and still no Candy-Gram. During homeroom, my friends ate their chocolate and asked me why I wasn’t eating mine. “Um… I didn’t get one. Yet,” I said.

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By fifth period, I still hadn’t gotten one and I was pissed. Everyone in my classes knew I was dating D and everyone kept asking why he hadn’t bought me one. Every time they asked, I tried to act nonchalant on the outside, like “Oh, we’re so above Candy-Grams”, but on the inside, I wanted to start crying. Every other girl who had a boyfriend had gotten a Candy-Gram… except for me.

The worst part was that all of my single friends had bought each other Candy-Grams, but no one had bought me one because they figured I would get a bunch from my boyfriend. During lunch, my best friend was mortified and tried to explain, “I’m sorry, J,” she said, her cheeks pink. “I really thought D would get you some.”

Well, D never got me one. At the beginning of 9th period, I waited, thinking maybe this was a joke and he had gotten me some for the end of the day to surprise me. But the Candy-Gram dude came and left, and I was still empty-handed. That was it. I hid in the bathroom and cried.

At the end of the day, D met me at my locker as usual. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe!” he chirped, like everything in the world was fine and happy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day? Happy Valentine’s Day?!” I seethed. “Are you kidding me? If you don’t want to be with me anymore, you could at least just tell me.” Then I ran out of the school crying. What can I say, I have a flair for the dramatic.

When D called me frantically trying to figure out what he had done wrong, I confronted him about the Candy-Grams like a sort of normal person. He seemed confused, saying that he had no idea the Candy-Grams were such a big deal, and if he’d known, he would have gotten me some. The apology barely helped… I was embarrassed. The whole school had seen him publicly diss me! It sucked.

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Ever since then, I’ve learned to manage my expectations for this holiday. I know it sounds like a silly story, but at the time, it wasn’t silly to me. It made me realize a lot of things and also made me hold a grudge against the holiday forever.

Here’s why I dislike Valentine’s Day: there are so many expectations, especially for gifts. But now, in my mind, V-Day is a day dedicated to celebrating the love you have for someone awesome. I feel like it’s turned into a day dedicated to who can get the sweetest gift from their BF, and that’s not what it should be. (Also, I was a waitress for 7 years, and as this is one of the busiest restaurant days of the year, it’s never been super fun.)

Since my Worst Valentine’s Day Ever, I’ve stopped putting so much pressure on my boyfriends to get me amazing gifts and I’ve started viewing it as just a day where I can enjoy them as people. Yeah, I like to get some candy (because I like candy!), but the holiday just isn’t something I’m big on.

How do you feel about Valentine’s Day? What are your bad V-Day stories? Would you be upset if this happened to you? Tell me in the comments.

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When I heard that the band The Cab (an awesome band that is definitely worth checking out if you haven’t heard of them!) recently released a brand new music video featuring one of my favorite young stars Hailee Steinfeld, I felt a a little proud seeing them accomplish something so huge. Why? It’s not like I’m their mom or their girlfriend or even their friend – then that proud feeling would make sense. No, it’s because when they were much smaller and less well-known, I got the chance to hang out with them.

Guys, here’s a confession: I used to kind of, sort of be a band groupie. And by saying I was kind of a band groupie I mean I just wanted to be one. There was a period of my life in college where nothing made me happier than going to a good show – screaming, sweaty fans, band dudes in tight pants and messy hair and waiting outside for hours just to get a glimpse of them all seemed awesome to me.

I started hanging out with a friend named J. She was sort of friends with Gabe Saporta, the lead singer of the band Cobra Starship, and had even appeared in their music video for “Good Girls Go Bad.” J was a legit band groupie and so she had connections. She was obviously kind of my idol. I started wearing beanies and lots of bracelets and indie girl clothes and following her around whenever she invited me to shows.  Except J’s connections weren’t so legit – she’s pretty and had the ability to flirt with managers, who eventually could sometimes allow us to meet the guys in the band. It wasn’t a foolproof system.

But J did get me into a few cool situations. I spent more than one night hanging out in bars with Gabe Saporta and the rest of the guys (and girl) in Cobra Starship. And by hanging out I mean awkwardly standing near Gabe while girls flocked all over him and J talked up any dude who looked like he was part of the scene. One night after a Cobra show, we followed them to a bar near my house. I was excited at first, but after a few hours spent standing next to Gabe as he nonstop texted while girls tried to get his attention (I was never so bold), I got bored. Then a dude from another band hit on me and it was weird, so I went home. My friends were all like, “Why would you leave a bar when you were there hanging with Cobra Starship?” and I was all like, “Guys, you don’t understand the strange life of band groupies.”

Gabe, one of my friends and myself at the VMA’s.

Remember when the MTV VMA’s were held in New York City in 2009 (that fateful year Kanye West stole Taylor Swift’s spotlight)? Well, Cobra Starship was performing and their grand entrance was to show up in an NYC double-decker tour bus filled with fans (all friends of the band in someway) cheering for them. J got me and another friend on the bus. It was cool – we got up close looks at the celebrities entering the show and Gabe gave us sunglasses and prizes while he sat and chatted with us. Gabe is actually a really cool guy when he’s not texting, which is a lot of the time.

Another time, J and I went to a Taking Back Sunday show (TBS has been my favorite band for 10 years now and I’m a little obsessed with them). After the show, she waited outside the venue with me until 1:30 in the morning when the lead singer Adam Lazzara finally stumbled outside to leave. His manager allowed me to say exactly five words to him and after I finished babbling about how much he meant to me, I cried a little bit then called everyone I knew to brag.

When J introduced me to the band The Cab, I loved them immediately because their songs were super catchy and they also were very nice to their fans. After one of their shows, J and I and a few of our friends stayed behind to try to hang out with them. We started talking to their manager and found out they were going on the road that night – but him and the band invited us to meet them in upstate New York at their next show and we could hang after that. And so we drove seven hours to follow them there the next day. Let me repeat that – seven hours.

Me with Alex Marshall from The Cab.

When we got there, we had missed their show but we hung around in the parking lot like creeps and waited for them to come outside. We were like, “OMG what if they don’t remember us?” but they did, and even though they looked sort of surprised that we were actually there (because who actually does this stuff? Oh, right, me), they told us to follow them to their hotel room. And so we did, and we all hung out all night until we passed out at 5:30 in the morning. Nothing weird happened guys, I swear (I’m not that kind of wanna-be band groupie, okay?). It was just like a group of friends hanging out, talking, laughing and having a good time.

After that, I pretty much wanted to hang out with every band ever because I thought they might all be as cool as the guys from The Cab, but that didn’t happen. While all of that stuff above was cool, and while I got to meet other band dudes also, trying to be a groupie got old fast. Honestly, I felt a little pathetic after a while. That whole scene was full of both girls and guys constantly trying their hardest to hang out with a band they loved. They all tried to one up each other by acting like it was no biggie, when it was totally obvious they were loving every second of it. Once I got excited about meeting Trace Cyrus (I know. I KNOW. You don’t need to tell me that is ridiculous), and these other girls stared at me like I was a disgusting cockroach on the floor. I mean, how can I live in a world where I can’t be excited about things?

In the end, I decided that I liked sleep (being a band groupie is time consuming, guys) and real people a lot better than band guys who tend to forget about you the next day because they’re constantly surrounded by girls just like you. Sometimes I still bring up my story about hanging with The Cab (because, I mean, it was pretty cool), but most of the time I just like to laugh at myself for trying to be someone I’m not. It was fun while it lasted and I’m not trashing anyone who does it, but I guess it’s just not my thing.

Have you ever been sort of a band groupie? What’s your favorite band? Did you ever get to meet anyone in a band? Do you listen to The Cab, Cobra Starship or Taking Back Sunday? Which band would you love to hang out with? Tell me in the comments!

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My boyfriend and I were having sex for the very first time a few nights ago. Since it was our first time, he made sure I was really comfortable and he was also really sweet about the whole thing. Once we got into it, I told him to talk dirty to me.

This is what he said: “Your love tunnel is so tight around my disco stick.” My face :O My jaw dropped and I had no idea what to do. But, you know, I really like him, so I said, “Keep going babe.”

Then he said, “Oh my God, the way your bogingos bounce when you ride me is so sexy.” What?! I’m seriously wondering if he knows they are called breasts. I mean, come on! I don’t ask him to talk dirty to me anymore.

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I was super excited when the hottest guy in school asked me to go to the movies with him. I spent hours getting ready. I was wearing this white mini dress and knew I looked super hot.

Everything was going great… until the middle of the movie, when I felt something warm in my vaginal area. I went to the bathroom to check it out and was horrified to see a giant red spot on the butt of my dress. I instantly started to freak because I couldn’t just ditch the guy… but I couldn’t let him see the red spot!

I grabbed a wet towel and tried to rub it off, but the spot just seemed to get bigger and even more noticeable. Finally, I walked back into the theater. Since it was dark, no one could see anything. After the movie, I told him I sat on a spilled Coke and wrapped a sweatshirt around my waist to hide the stain. But I was still worried throughout the entire ride home, because his car had light tan leather interior!

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Then my mom kindly told us that, “Your father and I smoke marijuana, but we’ll never do it in front of you,” and of course they tossed in, “We better not catch you smoking pot! Ever!” I never saw my parents do it, but I knew when they were doing it because it was the only time their bedroom door was locked. I should mention I grew up in the city so we lived in apartments, not houses. Odors travel in small places.

When a friend came over in sixth grade I remember being so embarrassed when she said, “It smells like . . . weed in here.” I completely refused to acknowledge that she was 100 percent correct. “No it doesn’t.” She fought with me about it, but I just wouldn’t admit it. See, I didn’t care that my parents were potheads. I just didn’t want people to think my parents were bad.

Truthfully, it made me wonder if they were? It made me question whether or not the people who fed me, clothed me, and told me I could grow up to be anything I wanted were bad parents because they did drugs. All signs at the time pointed to yes. All the “special” episodes of Degrassi. The “special” programs at school. Everything said it was wrong. I felt a bit betrayed by them. I thought any good parent would be able to give it up if they were going to have kids.

Then one day at school all of my friends were complaining. “My mom won’t let me shave my legs!” “My parents treat me different because I am girl!” “My parents are getting divorced and my mom won’t let me see my father!” Everyone was going down the line, trying to outdo each other to see who had the worst parents. But when it came my turn I couldn’t really think of anything. My parents gave me a lot of freedom and support. They wanted me to be my own person. They didn’t even take me to church because they wanted me to find religion on my own. They wanted me to be me not a tiny version of them. If I had no complaints then how could I ever think they were bad parents? It’s not like they got stoned and forgot me at the mall or anything.

I was being judgmental of my parents because of what other people told me. My parents are adults, they can make their own decisions. As long as they protect, love and support me, I shouldn’t be too worried about what they do in private.

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A few weeks ago, one of my best friends broke up with her (horrible) boyfriend after almost seven years. When I found out, I obviously did all of the supportive things a best friend should do – I asked her if she was okay, I told her she deserved so much better (she really does), and I called him a jerk during every appropriate moment of her story. Then I told her she could call me any time if she needed anything. I planned on texting her a few days later to ask her how she was… and then I totally forgot. A full week went by before I remembered.

Thinking about the fact that it took me so long to get back to her makes me cringe, because it pretty much makes me feel like the worst friend ever. How could I forget about my heartbroken BFF for an entire week?! Sure, I had work, a boyfriend to think about, I was in the middle of buying a new car and taking my little sister off to her first year of college, but I think my friend still should have been in the back of my mind. Not only that, but before I finally sent my check-up text to her, it took me a good 30 minutes to figure out exactly what to say.

This isn’t the first time I’ve felt like a bad friend for a) not being “there” enough for someone and b) being totally awkward when it comes to dealing with a sad/angry/hurt friend. Sometimes, I honestly just don’t know how to handle those situations. When a friend gets dumped, do I text her asking her if she’s okay every day? Do I insist on coming to her house with ice cream and funny movies? Or do I leave her alone and wait for her to text me asking me for help?

A similar thing happened when another BFF got in a bad car accident. She totaled her car on her way to visit her long-distance boyfriend, and while she was okay, her car and long-awaited weekend were totally ruined. When she told me, I was out with some other friends. I asked her if she was okay, told her how sorry I was and added that if she needed anything, she could call me. Then I managed to completely forget to text her the next few days to see how she was doing. Looking back, I feel like I did the wrong thing. Maybe I should have offered to come hang out with her since she was so miserable. Maybe I should have texted her the next morning to make sure she was still okay. Maybe I totally failed.

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It’s not just my forgetfulness and kind of awkward way of dealing with a sad buddy that make me feel like the worst BFF ever, but it’s also the fact that, um, I kind of talk about my friends behind their backs. I know that if most people are being totally honest, they’ll admit that they do the same thing. But I feel like I do it a lot. Whenever a friend is bugging me or does something I can’t stand, I automatically go back to my boyfriend, family, cousins and/or other friends to start talking smack. Also, I’m honestly a huge gossip. I don’t think I’ve ever kept a secret completely to myself before.

There have a few other times when I’ve felt pretty awful about my friend abilities. Like the time I ditched a friend’s birthday because I just didn’t feel like going out. Or the time a BFF bought her first house and I didn’t even buy her a housewarming gift (everyone else did). Or the nights I choose to hang with my boyfriend instead of my friends.

Sometimes I have to wonder if other people do the same stuff as me or feel the same way as I do. And while I do sometimes feel like a good friend, I usually feel like the majority of the time I’m too busy with work/boyfriend/family/me stuff to put a lot of my focus on my besties. Is that totally selfish?

In the end, I feel like it’s not that selfish. Nobody is perfect, and we obviously can’t all be the best friend ever every single day. I think that sometimes you do have to put yourself first, and it’s fine to make yourself your number one priority. Once in a while, I get things right with my BFFs. I say the right thing, I comfort them in the right way and I’m loyal to them if I need to be. I guess that, some of the time, that makes up for my “bad friend” moments.

Do you think I’m a bad friend? Do you ever feel like you’re a bad friend? Do you ever talk about your friends behind their backs or comfort them the wrong way? Tell me in the comments!

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