I was feeling like crap today and started compulsively sending messages so alarming that Tucker decided to come over with his girlfriend, Daniela. When they arrived, I told them I didn’t want to talk, but they hung around anyway. I told them they should go out and do the fun things couples do, not stay in this room with someone so moody, but they told me that they were here for me. Tucker and Daniela said all the right things and helped me do the right things. Daniela told me that when Tucker talked about me, she felt like I was the most interesting person ever. Why let anyone change that? Continue reading “[Day 811] A friend in need”
Everyone who’s passed through my life leaves me with a song. It was never meant for me, doesn’t mean I can’t feel it and sing along.
Don’t you hate it when you’re sad and people tell you: “Don’t be sad.”
Like, dude, I’m sad not because you want me to be sad. I’m sad because stupid things happen, and that makes me sad.
Today, I had dinner with a really nice guy. Like two adults, we talked about our life goals. There were 6 things I was looking for–yes, I made a list, had it printed out and tucked away in my phone case. But when he asked, I told him only two. I wanted to be healthy and I wanted to make it as a writer and that was all. The other four, I couldn’t tell him. The truth is I hadn’t been able to tell anyone. There is something about admitting to what you want that makes you feel so vulnerable. Isn’t the more you want, the weaker you get? Would people make fun of me, the oh so needy and desperate?