Secure...

So. I know that nobody reads this, and that is perfectly fine, I just feel the need to type.

I have this friend. I used to believe that she was perfect and I wanted to become like her. Now that I really stop and think and watch the way she lives her life, I am very very happy that I am not like her. She is ungrateful, unappreciative of the amazing things in her life, spoiled, materialistic, what most would call a skank. She is insecure.

I used to believe that this girl had everything all together, but really, she doesn't. She's a mess and she can't see it. Will I point this fact out to her? No. Why? Because I have tried in the past and it has led to nowhere. She fills some kind of void in her life with men. Men and possesions. When things don't work in a relationship, which they inevitably don't, she runs into the arms of the next man waiting in the wings. Does she truly love these guys? I can't say for sure. She gets with them and then dumps them like yesterday's newspapers. Is she happy? Not by a long shot. I am more secure than she is. I can stand on my own two feet without a line of men supporting me. I've had to. I am more secure in myself, in my own attributes than she is in hers, which is astounding because she fits the description of pretty, whereas I do not.

I feel secure right now when I look at my life next to hers. Odd.