since moving its been increasingly more difficult to concentrate. I've been writing enough, once a day - somtimes twice. Work is good and i've got a nice place to live. I dont go out much, prefering to stay in. I'm also not much of a bar girl and here in brooklyn there isn't to many places to dance. I dont trust myself to venture out of the neighborhood yet.
I guess brooklyn is a hard place to meet people. Even harder when your an oversized egg girl. Speaking of eggs. This, here being writing to you is the only place where I dont sound like egg salad. I sound like something hard boiled, perhaps even fried. I reached this conclusion when I was 13, the outcome was an inevitable egg girl.
Being an egg girl has made blind dates a bit difficult.
Trying to put this nicely that, Oh when you meet me, dont be surprised that I suddenly remind you of scrambled eggs. Its makes relationships hard, and lets not even get into sex.
Speaking of which, whens the last time you slept with an egg?
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Happy and Always
I wake up in the morning, only to be sad I awake again. I don't wish to be here, I live in constant, chronic agony. I have lost years ...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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U You You are gone But you will never Ever Be Forgotten Mr. Christopher Larkin