Scud Stud (residual_lines) wrote,
Scud Stud


Last night I found myself in the arms of friends; weeping, convulsing, unable to speak. I suppressed everything throughout the day, waiting for someone who would breach the levee in a single loving touch.

I had expected my boyfriend to be there, but I am morosely content that I didn't need him. I have friends that will always pleasantly surprise me when any others fail me. To my friends I owe much. They guard me against the cruelties of the world, and provide comfort amid unspoken torment. Through the years the cast has occasionally shifted but they all remain my patron saints of heartbreak.

I can only thank you all.
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