Sometimes all you need is good people to hang out with. When I say good people, they’re not typically the nicey nicey ones, like those who try to redeem you (as if you’re the baddest person in the world just because you’re different) thru gospel words. NOPE. I don’t have anything against them, but I don’t feel real when I’m around them. It’s nice to meet people who have been judged wrongfully. I find it really satisfying when you get to know these people, and prove that what other people have said were not even halfway from the truth.
[Oh wells, I never thought that this night (last night at work!) would be so fun + interesting! I met 3 interesting people [whom I secretly like at work] who have trusted me & shared a piece of their life with me w/o hesitation]