I'm really upset with myself over how I acted last night. I don't know what comes over me when I'm around Jorge, but I don't like who I am around him. It's a little bit his fault, but I control myself and am responsible for my actions ( Read more... )

It's 1:30 in the morning. I just left Adrian at "The Output" on Wythe and 12th street. Actually, he left me. He told me we would have so much fun, as it's a dance club. His "best friend" (everyone's his best friend if they've known him a few years or are well-known enough) has a record label and was doing something at the club tonight, so we got in ( Read more... )

I don't know whether to love or hate that part of myself that is still, and probably always will be, in love with John. I guess my job is to just accept it. My friend sent me music to listen to this morning. It's Emancipator, the music John and I always listened to during late nights. It's not my friend's fault: he didn't know. Funny, because some ( Read more... )