It used to feel like heaven.

I have this terrible habit of inventing people in their absence, usually in such a way that they are depicted in my mind as backstabbers, vagabonds, and the like.

It’s an awful defense mechanism. I tend to brace myself for the worst without appreciating the reality, which has been ridiculously positive.

I have some fantastic people in my life, but when they aren’t around I tend to worry that they aren’t really truthful with me. Or the good guy act is simply that; an act.

Meh.

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