Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Lord lately sad and lonely, I'm. Upset more than I should be over a boy and a situation over which I have no control. Ex-boyfriend moving out eventually, right? We think, we hope, and the plane and the dog and Indiana. What to do with the apartment? Where to go? Who to be? Space and the city, I am the most neurotic thing in your amorphous walls.

So I do not sleep, either lying awake for hours or waking up a few hours after falling asleep from whiskey. Play guitar in open E. Listen to Bright Eyes and Radiohead. Write two page run-on sentences and call it poetry. Take long, long, staggering walks at two am. Talk to friends, talk to family, say the same things over and over.

Things have to get better soon.

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