I want to write something that is not depressing, self-deprecating or desperate.
I’m in love with someone 4000 miles away. In a way it feels nice.
All memory of the brilliance of the young Tenenbaums had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
I was an idiot and preemptively canceled my flight and rescheduled for Friday. Of course, the one flight to make it out of BWI was mine… Such is life, maybe this a lesson in rolling with the punches.
It is so fucking nice to know that I am capable of feeling something. What a 10/10 day. Outside of me crying and stuff, that was not too fun. Virginia is for lovers, flowers, wine, crim dell, radio, tree carvings, delicious food, wonderful conversation. How could I have let you go? I AM able to live in the moment and appreciate a beautiful moment when it comes to me. Thank you for being amazing.