Breathe Me.

It's your typical overcast day in Chicago. I'm in Hannah's big, white bed blogging when I should really be cleaning her house.

I am so sad about wrong places at the wrong times. I appreciate you, and I appreciate you for saying something last night. That took a lot of courage. I appreciate you as a friend. I appreciate you kissing me. There was something there for me when that happened.

I appreciate being appreciated. My stomach is turning.