Why do we need to feel belonged. I don't know. Isn't this what we sought an answer to today? And yet, it seems impossible to disengage from this charade. Wishing, like Simon & Garfunkel, I could say...

"I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor"

Risking the best things I've had, realizing nothing is absolute. And the one demon I hated so much maybe turn out to be good. Realizing you're WAY too different isn't good.