It was comfortable. Really, really comfortable. Okay.
I have such good friends. I need them. Not attractive strangers.
These people love me. I truly believe that. And while the others may be interesting, they don't love me.
I don't love them.
I watched V for Vendetta.
There was a moment where I was uncomfortable. Really.
But then I wasn't. Because it's okay. Because they won't throw me in prison and torture me for being me.
The names were funny though.
Discomfort is a habit. A routine. It's not a real sensation anymore. That part is over.
The only way on is up.
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