I thought I made a mistake; it can be lonely when you’re looking for yourself.
I failed a test and I winced at my bank account and I went a whole day without speaking to another human.
but I met and hugged a complete stranger who shares a very specific history from my past life on the other coast. and I danced at the queer bodega. and I drank whiskey until 4am and I smoked a joint with new friends and we biked until the sun came up and the hills weren’t fun anymore.
and I kissed someone because I felt like it and I make unwavering eye contact with people I want to know and I do what I have to and I think I’m closer to where I’m going.