Strangers and drinks.

Sometimes it’s easy to open up to a stranger. But why? It’s not like there ain’t a few good friends around. I don’t know. For some crazy reason it just feels right. Some random moment to unload some of that shit you’ve been carrying around.

Maybe I don’t want to burden my friends with my baggage anymore? Is it selfish of me to do unload it on a stranger instead? It’s not a one sided conversation though, I feel we both just needed to talk about some of the shit we’re going through. So maybe it was not entirely selfish. Maybe it was a sincere moment, ’cause it kind of feel right. At the end of it, we both know that we’ll go on our separate lives. Or maybe not, maybe that moment will ignite a friendship.

Life is weird. I am weird.

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