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“i’ll just end up replacing him with someone else..”
“is that all life is? we just go through it replacing people?”
“pretty much. some people just do it faster and more often than others.”

I was tidying my room earlier and getting rid of the excess paraphenalia that reminds me of things that are no longer present in my life. As I sweeped up some prints/papers I caught sight of a letter that was not written in my handwriting. There were such touching words written in that letter.. things I really cherish. I don’t know if she reads this (or objects to me posting photos I take of her), but.. thank you Row, you’re amazing.

Yesterday (chronological):

• Psychiatrist.
• Tarik;
• Walks in town, photo scanning (coming soon).
• Staring up at the sky (the clouds are sand dunes, genies, naked ladies).
• Watching Björk DVDs in the park. End.
• Eat (slowly learning) quickly, drink wine. Drink more wine. Dance. Dance more. Get thrown in the air by friends. Giggle.
• Wake up in bed.

Today (chronological):

• Wake. Feel sick.
• Scan more images (I swear they’re coming soon).
• Doctors. More medication. Am walking pharmacy.
• Talk to man about job at photo shop. Optimism.
• Tarik;
• Indian dinners on him, mango yoghurt drinks, tiredness, beautiful hands/fingers.
• Sleep. Forever.

so much shouting, so much laughter
last night’s underwear
in my back pocket
sure sign of the morning after

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I wrote this a couple of days ago. I’ve now realised how wrong it is, because nobody makes you except yourself. And it will always be that way, from now on and forever, okay?

Anyway.. (click to enlarge)