You Should Be Selfless, Too

If you are, I'll probably love you.
I didn't mean for that to rhyme, but on with this:
An hour or so ago, I was having a conversation with one of my close friends. The one who was planning on going out with the guy who likes her. Well, planning isn't the right word anymore, because she is now. I think I am now one of the only ones in...I don't know, just one of those only ones out the people I associate with...who hasn't had their first kiss. Actually, that's wrong, but I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying anymore. That's unimportant anyway.
What's important, the entire reason I'm writing this, is what she said afterwards.
She told me that I deserved to be with him (not her boyfriend...my "love interest," obviously) more than she does with her boyfriend...
Now, I know she means this. Because she wouldn't say it if she didn't mean it. Maybe it's stupid of me to put faith in all the things she tells me, and maybe I should be suspicious that she just does it to pull me out of this perpetual state of something I'm in. I don't know the word. It's not depression, because I mean...I'm a happy person. Most of the time. Not all smiles in your face kind of happy, but like everyone else. I have my problems, as everyone does, but my real problem is that I dwell too much on them. I rush through everything I need to do in a day's time because I want extra time, and when I'm faced with that extra time, I think myself into a problem. I sink so deep into my own thoughts that I can't do anything productive, and then that becomes a problem also.
Back to the conversation, she told me she wishes for me to marry him, eventually. I teared up at that. I don't cry easily. But still, just the thought of it, and how she does care about me, even if I don't take time to realize that...it was overwhelming, for a moment.
I'm grateful I've got friends who...well, will help me pull through. :)
That was unavoidable and completely called for. ;)

Spontaneous side note: I wasn't lying when I said I'm not horribly depressed. Really. It's just that here, I get out all the insecurity and issues I have so it's written down and no longer in my head.
I may say I hate my life, but I don't, not really. In the scheme of things, I'm quite fortunate.
You'll just have to get used to my dry sarcasm.

Also, my mother is getting me Milky Way hot chocolate at Dunkin Donuts.
SCORE.