I have a case of nobody-likes-me-guess-I’ll-eat-some-worms tonight. It’s not true. Plenty of people like me, but I’m feeling particularly best friendless right now. It sucks.

I’ve made some efforts to meet new people in the last month or so: at the gym, at church, at a book club. But making friends is so hard. Everyone has a family or a job or a million other people vying for their friendship, but no one has time. I could argue that I don’t have time for friends either, but if the right gal(s) came along, I would drop everything to be her friend.

It’s no secret that making friends is hard for me. I don’t give the best first impression, I hate small talk, and I’m brutally honest (and sometimes lack a filter). I’m just not a sorority girl who has 1,000 friends on Facebook and who’s in a wedding every other weekend. Hell, I’ve never even been a bridesmaid, and I only had two in my own wedding.

Can I help that it takes months for me to warm up to someone new? When I try to do it sooner, I can’t help but feel like I’m trying to hard or that I’m being fake. Speeding through the process just doesn’t do it for me; if you want to be my friend, it’s gonna take a lot of time and a lot of sweat, but I promise that I’ll be your friend for life. I’m fiercely loyal, and I don’t let my real friends get away easily. Take a chance on me!

Sorry for being a downer tonight. Just needed to get it out.