i can’t believe i said it out loud. the truth doesn’t set you free, you know. it makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. but free? i don’t feel free. i feel like shit.
“do you want to hang out? at your place or something?” hanging out with jimmy hailler will mean that i have to say hello to him every day. i’m not ready to say hello to him every day. too much commitment. it’s bad enough that i’m sharing chocolate brownies with him. i shake my head. “not today.”