I want someone close to understand, not some stranger who I’ve never known beyond a simple hello and the exchange of some bills so they can listen to me talk about nothing for a few hours. But that’s all it is, nothing, blissfully reaching out for validation, for reason, for acceptance, looking for any reason at all to be something justifiable. We all have our stories, but we let others choose if they get to define us, and for me it’s enough for a friend to hear, and just tell me I’m ok every once and awhile, you don’t even need to smile when you do it..just listen, and tell me it’s ok so I can finally make something out of all this crazy nothing in my head and move on. But I’m rambling, so listen, I don’t like telling this stuff to strangers but I’m worried that’s what we are sometimes. So before it gets too far down the line and I’m remembering you with a smile you’ll never see. Please, hear me out, and acknowledge that my somber nothings have a reason.