thursday night; msn conversation with a certain mister... and i find myself going to a house i don't know at 1 o'clock in the morning, having filthy conversations with two people i don't really know... two days later and i'm about to leave and i'm relaxed and yes, happy, cause it's all worth it again. i've chilled out, i feel good about myself but most of all i've found someone i can talk to and just feel comfortable with... in all of the weirdness of the situation, weird as it always is... but something really good came out of it so...
thank you giles. that's all i have to say. these two days have been... fucking lovely actually. i wish i didn't have to go but then that's the point of it, you gave me what i needed for just long enough and now i'll go back to doing what i have to do with a huge grin on my face!
why is it that these things always come out sounding cheesy? :)