I held my heart in my hand becasue it seemed to be needing the fresh air.
Piet invited me out to his friend's going away party and I said alright.
I wanted to leave upon arrival. Stuck. Between some girl and some guy - who was trying to make passes at me all night.
Theres something about being impressive that rarely delivers.
Feels like over-priced art pieces that look interesting - but lack any real substance to support thier integrity.
Impressive seems like a confidence contest. But I think confidence is just a fancy sauce unless it's paired with modesty - which keeps it honest.
I kept thinking - if i were really beautiful and stylish I would feel comfortable here.
But why should I have to be either of those to feel comfortable anywhere? I am who I am - and I'd rather be naked at home than sit here with these people who love eachother for their clothes.
Im really good soup - without the garnish.
But these days i can't tell which means more - and I'm begining to understand that good soup is only made better when it looks good too.
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