I hate it.

I hate how it feels like she's staring at me - how they're all staring without really looking, how I don't know her thoughts and how it feels like they're preparing me for something and I don't want to ask...because who wants to butt in on heavenly plans and -

my happy place is a synagogue, with a little rabbi in a bunny printed yarmulke - we argue and we chat sometimes about life and what God wants of me.

It is a circular argument.

I also have two pieces of pizza left, which I am only angry about because I don't want to focus on writing...yet.

I feel alone and strange. I am not of this world, seemingly.