Unsure of What a Friend Is

I know that I am strong.
I know that I am independent.
I know that I am short-tempered.
I know that I am imperfect.

I know that everyone is completely imperfect as well.
Why is it that you feel your imperfections are better than mine? There is no such a thing.

It would be nice to have a support system of true people in spite of all these things. It would be nice to have someone to support me, instead of constantly criticizing. Stop telling me how beautiful and smart you think I am, and tell me something I actually need to hear. Try telling me that you're here for me, or that you understand what I'm trying to be. Tell me you care about me, and that you'll stick by my side.

Dum spiro, spero