1365

That is how many I have eaten today... or is it more?

Oh, a terrible day, of feeling lost and forgotten and like I don't know at all what I'm doing even though I want to do it really well, really, really well. It isn't good.

I think people pity me, and hate me simultaneously. And I hate that.

But Little Bird was good, and made me happier by the virtue of being her own comforting self and joking and laughing with me, and she has made me feel better. I think it is her that I want.

She simply told me everyone else was ridiculous and that I was fine, and then we laughed like always and I remembered how I used to be so scared of her and how I thought she was so cool, and then, suddenly I found out that I could make her laugh too and I wasn't a loser to her... and then we were friends, and I am so very glad.

She sat with one of her feet on my chair and brushed her wrist against mine tonight. Coincidentals are what make up the mainstay of magnetism, and she doesn't even know it, how I elevate her and adore her. She's so very pretty, she's got an almost-doubtful face.