I'm tired. Incredibly exhausted. I was late for work, I didn't make it to our dance practice and there's just a ton of things to carry on my shoulders. Well, the only comforting thought from today is the company of real people. Maybe that's the pull of "almost" strangers. You don't have to care if they try to understand you or not, and you hold no expectations in having them around. I wanna see myself in their eyes. Simply because, what they see is what's not yet defined. They don't know me for sure, and I don't know them for certain either. It's that kind of breathing space that I need.
Sorry for this post. It must have made you feel weird. I told you, I'm more broke than what I've divulged. I'm still finding the pieces, and there's no assurance if they'd ever fit in my always unbalanced balancing of personality.
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