A good traveler has no fixed plan, and is not intent on arriving.
I say that I love you, and maybe I do, but it will always pale in comparison to the aching, complex, ultimately rewarding love I have for myself. Over the past 20-something years, I have learned to grow comfortable with myself. There are parts of me I would change, but overall, I think that I’m a good person. I touch myself with care. I forgive myself. So many people who have claimed to love me have not afforded me the same courtesy. It’s not that I’m skeptical, it’s just that I’d rather depend on myself when it comes to affirming that I am a good person.
You are nice, but I don’t need your compliments.
wake up empty
go to bed fried
keep living in the one bed apartment
where your fiancée decided to die
remember the bathroom
where she shaved her head
remember your job and your boss
remember the places you wanted to visit
remember that life boils down to a cost
remember the hours you wish…
So much to say
But there’s no wifi in my new apartment
And I’ve used way too much data for the month
And it’s only 12 days in
So for now I’ll say nothing
Except I need money
And there’s not enough in my bank account