I Know How to Comfort Myself. But I Wish I Didn’t Have to.

I’ve never quite gotten the hang of comforting myself. It’s not for lack of trying. Not for lack of practice.

It’s strange, really, since I’ve been a comforting person to so many people. I’ve been the one dropping everything to help a lover work through an issue. The one you could literally wake up in the middle of the night and talk to about your nightmares.  » Read more

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