i was going to write it all down for you. no; i did write it all down for you. a tell all. for you. but i just deleted it, and blogger has already auto-saved over the text with this new text, so it's gone forever. i'm an over sharer... which implies i should share less. so imagine.
all i'll say is this morning i'm struck by the uniqueness of my own reality. i'm not special, but i'm unique. you're unique too, we all are. i just didn't really understand that before. unique has positive connotations, but it also means you're alone. i'm the only one. i'm alone, you're alone, we're all just us. you're lucky if you find someone you can relate to, even a little bit. there isn't anyone else to share everything with any more. there's no constant back up plan. if there's nothing to do, it's just me. alone. in my apartment.
my weekend was a bit nuts, yet i'm left feeling like i failed, like it wasn't crazy enough. it's easy to feel like you should be a mess when you're around messy people. preemptively: don't take that personally.
things i will allow myself to buy with the cash i earned this weekend:
shoes
socks
poppers
lunch out
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