Feb
23
“my fingers run rampant on this goddamn journal and i know there is someone out there who knows what im talking about. a perfect stranger. a comment, and email away who reaches out and hugs me with their words. someone ive never met in a country ive never visited tells me they know my sorrow. and maybe they do and maybe they dont. maybe they just want to hear someone tell them their feelings are valid or maybe they just want to get a reply to just know someone is listening.”
Christopher Gutierrez, from this entry.
