I just realized that…

1.I was using my friend as a security blanket. I’m normally a shy person when I’m by myself and I’m sort of a loner. So recently when we ended our friendship I went around hiding because I didn’t want anyone to know that I was friendless and alone.
2. Then she got a dumb tattoo. And I realized that we’re two different people. And that I can walk around the halls without talking to anyone and be perfectly content because I know I don’t have a permanent ugly piece of shit on my back.
3. So now I feel like a better person than she is. Which is mean to say I guess, but really I am.
4.Which got me thinking about my own identity and now that I’m going to college what type of person do I want people to see me as.
5.Then I realized I don’t have to act a certain way for people to like me and the more embarrassing and awful parts of me I now fully embrace.

And it took a stupid tattoo of a fucked up fortune cookie on my ex-best friend’s back to realize that
“I don’t give a fuck”