Talk, talk, talk.

Tonight I talked to my dad about my feelings. And boys. For hours. And he listened. And it seems like its been a long time since I felt safe enough to talk and talk and talk about the most unimportant, boring, repetitive things possible without worrying if the person was getting bored or thought I was stupid or any number of other horrible things. In other words, it has been a long time since I have spoken so freely without my insecurity occupying another seat in the room. It was very, very nice.