There is something very liberating about throwing on your biggest jacket, thong slippers and your weirdest skirt and walking into town like that and enjoying SUPERMANOMG, coffee at coffee bean and pizza with a really great person who doesnt even seem to mind that you look like a mess, that your hair looks like haywire and your makeup doesnt look right and youre pretty much in limbo about a ton of things ranging from my visa to my family and they still manage to make you feel beautiful.

But you know what? It was nice.

For a brief day, I felt like I was okay again. And I havent felt that way in a while. And I realised I missed that feeling a lot.You know. Being okay.

In other news, hitting KK in three hours. yay!