insignificant thoughts and rants manifested in the simple musings of an adolescent with time on her small uncultured hands.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Hank.
Is one of those people, who no matter what he says, always seems to make sense to me. We talked for around two hours tonight about life and self discovery and self value. For the first time in a while, I felt like someone understood my perspective on just about everything. I don't see Hank very often, but it's nice to have a friend you can truly be yourself around without the fear of them thinking any different of you. Someone who is chivalrous and kind, without trying to pick up on you. Someone who will look you in the eyes and tell you exactly what's on their mind, not meaningless conversation.
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