@lazzaro
On Saturday a lady I sorta like who I think sorta likes me hit me (first time) and asked if I was in the city or if it was somebody who just looked like me and in typical Me fashion I got really panicked and bummed and insecure about it (doesn’t take much) because it stoked a worry I constantly have that there’s no reason to wait around for me while everybody else is there (a couple places, not just New York) and I’m not and it made me sad that everything I like and think is cool (and that might like me and think I’m cool!) is so far away from where I actually am :)
