I love him; I love him.
I’m sometimes kept awake by a sense of emptiness that even music cannot chase away. It has come to my attention that life is never going to be the way I want it to be, and I will be forever searching and unsatisfied. Under some circumstances the things I desire will never be mine. However,… Continue reading TOMBOY
I want a dog so big that he walks me instead of the other way around. I'm a bit afraid of dogs though. I watch silly movies and am lonely in the most paradoxical way.
New York is arid as always, and sunny. Shanghai, however, has reached the time of the year when you get mosquito bites instead of hickeys on your neck. I have jetlag despite my already messed up sleeping schedule, and an unpleasant back pain because I was not a skillful sleeper on the airplane. I'm wearing… Continue reading HOME
But I love it for no reason.
Carol used to write diaries for three months. The diary was made up of whining, illegible writing, and a considerable amount of profanity as teenage Carol hated her parents for reasons she forgot. It isn’t until recently that Carol discovers her interest in creative writing. Carol writes when she can’t sleep; every time she writes,… Continue reading A STATEMENT
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