I'm in love, in love, in love with him, and he lives in Chicago, and this is the most mundane prosaic drama I have ever HEARD of and it's happening to me. And I can't get over this. And I just feel like crying every time I'm alone because of the things I remember about him that I can't have, about his opinions, about the way he moves, the way he ( Read more... )

My life is painful and complicated right now. Instead of explaining I will list the books I bought in a used bookstore in Chicago ( Read more... )

I feel like a different person from the one who went to Iowa two weeks ago. I feel attached to different things and different people and what I used to care about doesn't matter anymore. I'm almost glad my friends are all out of town so I won't have to pretend to want to hang out with them. All I feel like doing right now is listening to Danny's ( Read more... )

I just drove to my boyfriend's house so he could break up with me in person. I cheated on him. And I really, really don't regret it in the least. I'm officially a selfish, egotistical bitch.

I did love him. If that means anything.

This is one of my favorite poems ( Read more... )