Thankful

I have friends who know me, the good, the bad, and the twisted parts me. They choose to love me anyway. This is the first time in my life I have been genuinely me, consequently it's the first time I have had real friends. I am glad this is where my life journey has taken me.

It just dawned on me how much I actually have to be thankful for. I guess I don’t think about this much but even with all of the shit there is still so much I take for granted. So much that a lot of other people would kill for.

Like my crazy family. For all of their faults and through all of our arguments however violent and hurtful we always end up all together again. It’s strange in a way how close we all are especially with all of the crap we put each other through. On top of that I have at least one other person in my life that I know I can turn to. No matter how difficult I am no matter how stubborn and petty I can be he has yet to turn away from me.

I listen to people searching for a place where they belong a space where they can be happy and I forget that I actually have one. I just tend to keep it at arm’s length not being very good at communicating exactly how I feel. At least to them anyway.

But I am thankful for all they've done. I'm thankful that they love me and not just because they have to.