What about the kings and queens of denial? That generates like-minded friends that want to get off the ride when they decide you're "fake?"
If your friends can't handle who you are, they'll move on without
hurting you. But their absence is what hurts me, because I trust them
to this day.
It's fine, because I have some friends that love me without judging me.
You can always say something hurtful under the guise of "keeping it reals."
If it's more important that you look like you're "for real" than really being there for a friend, then that's your choice.
For me, I think the ones that loudly purport to be the realest have the biggest images (and egos) to maintain (ie Drake).
Those who love me, love me. Those who don't, I still love.
What comes around, goes around.
This has been a public service announcement.
Stop discriminating and start loving. Peace.

















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