There’s interesting corollary to this: you don’t get to decide what you are worth to other people. Before you start firing replies, let me put this in context.

There’s interesting corollary to this: you don’t get to decide what you are worth to other people. Before you start firing replies, let me put this in context. I have plenty of friends who like me for reasons I don’t understand. I’d never consider being friends with anyone like me. I don’t know why anyone puts up my mood swings, occasional bouts of stubborn overconfidence on something I read on Wikipedia once three years ago, and a long list of other bipolar bullshit. My friends see something in me that I don’t. They aren’t bothered by the same things I am. They get to choose how much I mean to them. And I am forever grateful for that.