we are...
Soft reminder to conquer my temptations toward hatred.
Card games truly create community in strange ways. People engaging with friendly competition sometimes wholly unprepared for what that really means. My friends make it beautiful though.
Dinner at my favorite chain. Gossip over rolls that must taste the same everywhere, but cinnamon butter will always balm even the roughest, driest, souls.
My aperture continues to follow me. I'm getting close to that first step.
But of course, drove right past that buffet... Remembering just how much shit food can find its place... I meant it when I said that it was the best one I'd had. God I just can't let it go huh? This exercise is for healing Day, go over it as many times as it fucking takes.
Who knows if anything happened, maybe I'm here feeling scheibe for nothing. No it's weird nonetheless. I know how this is supposed to look, even a little...