A friend from “back when” is in town and I’d really like to see her, but get the feeling that my existence means less to her than hers does to me. Awkward.
Facing the thoughts of rejection that stem from those times in my life.

ICK!

Thanks for giving me a good laugh about it all. I’ll try not to dwell on what I did wrong, or why I’m not worthy of taking in air with the “other” people.