a town called E.

By Eej

Trouble/Turmoil

This entire week I've been feeling paranoid. Like, that maybe there had been a meeting and some people told other people all the things that I ever did wrong in my entire life and how horrible I am and now everybody hates me.

Yes, I realise that that is borderline insane. I don't actually think there HAS been a meeting, but most of my encounters with actual human beings (as opposed to ones on social media) have resulted in me being even more awkward than usual.

It appears you can be 47, lose 68 lbs and still be followed by chunky, high-school throw back insecurities.

So here's a Harley that always loves me. Just for existing.

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