Jan 30, 2005 01:10
And finally.
It's nice. It's nice to be happy again, finally. To be OKAY ON MY OWN. To realize that I am no longer the ugly weird girl and that when I smile, people want to talk to me. To know that when I get surrounded by people in the fine arts hallway, it's because people want to hear what I have to say.
It's nice to go to see Hairspray in Orlando and dance my ass off in front of John Travolta and talk to the actors afterward and have no trouble doing it.
It's nice to know they might also want to hear what I have to say, because I want to hear what they have to say. I don't care about their handwriting, I care about their story.
And it's nice to sleep with Joshie on the bus, and know that he cares about me and I care about him and that he's my friend.
It's nice to go to dinner and a movie, and then coffee and a movie, and have a wonderful time.
It's nice to laugh and talk about my past and know that his past is a lot like mine.
And it's nice to know that he might just understand.
And when people ask me how I'm doing, I say, "I'm doin' great."
That's nice.