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I've been hurting her since we met.
I need

Do you ever restore from a saved draft
on here and not remember what you
were writing about at all?
That's what that is.

'Puss' is Swedish for 'kiss.'

I am pretty sure,
that for the first time in years
no one is in love with me.

I don't quite know what to do.
And that is really pathetic.

I don't know what to write.
All the things worth saying
are kind of secrets.

My eyes and my hands are fighting.
I've forgotten how to draw.

"Don't be easy," my mother said.
[She's on a roll, isn't she?]

I make plans and break them in the same hour.
I'm still terrified of making [bad] art.
But I leave the apartment almost every day.
I wish I weren't so scared of people.

My mother asked if I smoke outside, naked
so she doesn't smell cigarettes on me.

Sometimes I wish I were a swan,
instead of a girl.

 Went to the Meg Perry Center today.
Loved it.

Seeing The Tranny Roadshow tomorrow.
Very excited.

It's easier to leave the apartment these days.