Lost at Sea
Without my girls and other friends, I am nothing. I miss the girls so much, even though we talk on the phone a lot. It's not the same. I spent a lot of time with Russ this weekend and that was fun. We always have amusing conversations and end up drunk. I want him to meet my friend Martin at home.
I had a wonderful time in the city with Sarah and Sasha, and we had crazy wonderful adventures. We had a close encounter of the crazy hat lady kind one night, and this guy named Gutter kept trying to give me advice on my life/sell me cocaine on Avenue B. Russ and I walked from Union Square to the Guggenheim and saw this amazing exhibit on Rosenquist. I fucking love art museums.
I realized when I was in the city that I'm in love with a friend, and that's bad because I don't want to fuck up the Strong 4 circle of trust.
I feel really ugly and stupid and lonely. I hate my hair, my face, and my body.
My biological family has abandonned me. I'm in Albany, at my father's but he's gone for a few days. I don't know when I'll see my mother or where she is. This bullshit happens every Christmas, and it sets me up for the downward spiral of depression that is every second semester.
I hope to be in Nashville for New Years. There's a certain party I'm looking forward to. Rebecca called me last night, and we had a wonderful talk. I want to be in bed held by those who truly love me, in NY and TN.
I quit smoking for the most part. Cigarettes, that is (let's not get too crazy here). In any case I've gone from over a pack and half a day to 2 cigarettes a day.
I had a wonderful time in the city with Sarah and Sasha, and we had crazy wonderful adventures. We had a close encounter of the crazy hat lady kind one night, and this guy named Gutter kept trying to give me advice on my life/sell me cocaine on Avenue B. Russ and I walked from Union Square to the Guggenheim and saw this amazing exhibit on Rosenquist. I fucking love art museums.
I realized when I was in the city that I'm in love with a friend, and that's bad because I don't want to fuck up the Strong 4 circle of trust.
I feel really ugly and stupid and lonely. I hate my hair, my face, and my body.
My biological family has abandonned me. I'm in Albany, at my father's but he's gone for a few days. I don't know when I'll see my mother or where she is. This bullshit happens every Christmas, and it sets me up for the downward spiral of depression that is every second semester.
I hope to be in Nashville for New Years. There's a certain party I'm looking forward to. Rebecca called me last night, and we had a wonderful talk. I want to be in bed held by those who truly love me, in NY and TN.
I quit smoking for the most part. Cigarettes, that is (let's not get too crazy here). In any case I've gone from over a pack and half a day to 2 cigarettes a day.