It was this very day a year ago that Alayna ended our relationship.
I've been single for a year now.
I suppose it is a sort of anniversary.
I should buy myself whatever it is that you get for year one.
Paper, I think.
Here's what I really want:
Poetry
Madness
Art
Truth
Beauty
Fearlessness
I want to howl at the moon again.
I feel so fucking confined in my own skin and neuroses.
I am lonely because I have been hiding.
Hiding out from the rest of the world.
I feel right now that there are great words hiding just beneath the surface of my skin.
I feel them bubbling and burning.
But these words,
those goddamn beautiful words,
just won't come out.
And all I have to say is that I have been single for a year
that I am lonely
and incredibly horny.
How incredibly boring.
When will I ever be free of myself?
8:49 p.m. - 2015-01-15
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