Moving

forward.

To be honest,

I like traditional gender roles, to an extent.

I just lost my first real love,

and my heart will never quite heal.

See, I can't even type this without crying.

My cabdriver today was an elderly Sikh gentleman.

He had a warm smile and hummed a gentle song while I vacantly stared out the window. 

I wanted to stay there forever.

Oh my God

I am so sad.

How can you go from knowing someone so well?

To not knowing them at all. Welcome to the rest of your life.

I have nothing to say

except everything, everything is changing.

I wish I could make

everyone's heartache go away.

When a man

loves a woman.

I love you, Mr. Brautigan

"The Past Cannot Be Returned"
The umbilical cord
cannot be refastened
and life flow through it
     again. 

Our tears never totally
     dry. 

Our first kiss is now a ghost,
haunting our mouths as they
     fade toward
     oblivion. 

                    Tokyo
                    June 19, 1976
                    with a few words
                    added in Montana
                    July 12, 1976 

I keep touching a long coarse hair on my face.

Yes, girls have those.

A stranger told me that I had a nice hat

and to be careful riding home. Sometimes I really like people.

I think this one customer

enjoys abusing me, and this is the kind of relationship we have now.

Take time

Take time.

No one owes

anyone anything.

You were so pretty

I didn't even notice the missing arm.

I didn't

I wish you would care,

and I wish I would stop.

This wasn't a summer.

You should always be there when someone dies,

so they aren't so scared.

I'm lonely, it's dreary,

and I wish I had a friend here who would sit on my bed and watch the L Word with me.

Just remember

that everyone used to be babies, and that everyone grew up.

Why do fools

fall in love?

What kind of asshole kills whales?

Also, please rain, take a chill pill.

Nothing is more precious

than a non-native English speaker trying to figure out the word "mermaid."

When I take a shower,

I stop.

Feeding Philadelphia buckets of pastrami

can't be that bad, right?

Don't pour beer on slugs

it's not nice.

If I were a boy,

I'd hold your hand whenever I'd like.

I lost my job today

and am generally disappointed and weary of generally everything and everyone.

Remember all those friends

you aren't friends with anymore.

My room smells like incense and my girlfriend sleep breathes

It's intimidating. The first blog posts. I often question why I yearn for a blog yet again, why anyone wants a blog. Maybe because the internet validates us as human beings. You are not alone, there are many.

I am everything and everyone. I feel like you, I dream like  you, I think like you.

Hello.