I agree. I appreciate having best friends, people I can be myself with and don’t have to wear a metaphorical mask around them. It’s hard to know when you can be completely honest with someone and when you need to hide pieces of yourself so they will accept you. I hate that. I have perfectionism, so my self worth seems to come from others and from the things I do. If I don’t get something done, I’m a failure. If this person doesn’t like me, I’m a failure. It’s all a never-ending cycle of me feeling like a failure. That’s why I am so grateful for those people I can be real with. I can be a failure with them and they don’t care. It’s a breath of fresh air, one that I need more often but rarely get.