I paid for my classes today.
I am taking an art class for sanity.
Mainly to keep my skills up.
I walked through the campus. Heading toward the Cashier.
A girl, tanned, huge Chloe shades, blonde hair, size two, walks past me...
Short mini skirt, pink shirt...looking down at her schedule.
I looked away. Looked down at the ground. I looked back up and saw two guys walk by me.
Both were, tanned of course, moused hair, dark shades from Pac Sun... obviously...
I looked away again.
Another girl, brunette. Tanned. Beautiful. Huge Juicy Couture bag..
Where the fuck am I?
Im scared I won't fit in. I am afraid of people. The thought gives me anxiety. Why? What is my god damn deal? Its like kindergarden all over again. I use to be frightened of people when I was younger. I feel it all returned. Maybe because I am going to finally be a minority, instead of in a majority. I grew up in the Maryland/DC area. Mostly black. Weird. I feel people are not going to like me. Im super nervous.
Im scared of life. Im scared of you. Life.
I worry all the time.
Greg says stop.
Its not that easy.
Greg floats through issues. Could give a shit about people.
He says I see the good in people.
He is right.
He is my stress bag.
He lets me vent.
If he was gone...
I would fall into pieces.
This picture of us reminds me of how strong he is. He holds me up when I am broken. I am always broken. Im always over thinking.