Each of my friends*, it seems, has a place; a scene; a "family unit" where they feel comfortable, safe, at home. All of them. Even if it's a small group, they have their "people"; they "belong" somewhere.
And I feel like I know where I belong now, too. At home, by myself. Maybe in my garage, maybe on my motorcycle, but always. by. myself.
When all other possibilities are exhausted, the only one left, no matter how unlikely, must be the truth, right?
I feel hopeless again. :-(
1:55 p.m. - 2014-07-28
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