For the most part. I had my ups and downs, of course, but it was good.
I went to the Waterfront Festival in Menominee, an annual event for the city and for my family. Friday evening, I intended to go with a friend, but my dad decided to come with us rather than going by himself. I love my dad, I do. But sometimes it's nice to have some time away from him, since we live together and all. So that cramped my style somewhat, but I got over it.
The band was full of energy, the night was just cool enough to not be too warm, and the crowd was, well, crowded. It was incredible and I felt as though I had conquered my sadness. Then the man in front of my rested his hand on the waist of the woman who was with him. The tears came.
I don't know what it is about public displays of affection, but they always make me cry. They make me want, so badly, to have someone who I am allowed to touch. That is the absolute worst thing about being me: I am not allowed to touch anyone. Just the thought of being able to casually rest my hand on someone's shoulder, place my palm on someone's back, run my hand over someone's hair, brings tears to my eyes because I cannot imagine it ever happening to me. I don't even care if anyone ever loves me, really, although it would be nice. I just want someone to let me love him. Is that too much to ask, even for someone who looks like me? Really?
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