sunday

hello. im just sitting in my room.
ive just eaten the majority of an apple and am looking wistfully out of my very dirty window and listening to Tuxedomoon. you wonder how it got so dirty, its not bird shit thats made it that way.

thinks about cleaning it
puts it to back of mind

today and last night ive mostly been thinking a little bit too much about a certain male person. but i try not to think about it. if i do it will only drive me insane.
i have sort of learned, over the past year, to quell my need for love. i'm too hungry and greedy for it all the time, so constant. like a fat pig. but life comes first, then love.
maybe this is what men do too, and then women complain that they arent obsessed with them enough.
maybe.