a dirty martini helps..


“i know how it feels. you feel like you’re outside a window, looking in on a party that you’re not invited to.”


“yes,” i acknowledged….”yes.”


and that’s all it took…knowing that someone else has felt the same way…and knowing that i can give voice to my feelings (no matter how illogical they seem, no matter how childish they are…) without judgment, without negation….with instead, just acceptance….


that’s all it took….well, almost all…at triple vodka martini with extra olives helped too….:)




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