my neck doesn’t turn around anymore. and i am wondering if that group of people on ave A is still looking
my bag explodes all over the concrete. this is fine i say to myself. everyone out is certifiable i think.
junkie crust ounks hang around with their unfortunate dogs. why do they always have dogs? I’m not going to be giving anyone money tonight. I’m in a bad mood and don’t particularly know what the hell I’m doing. i feel as though i may be the most unhinged person on that avenue. but not in manhattan so thats okay. i pick myself up and become impatient and invisible again. my feet hit the hard ground. they stomp around the island. and it occurs to me i should be back in brooklyn. and not talking to this guy i had sex with a few weeks ago. new york feels small sometimes. the guy is talking but i am spending all my time in my head. once i snap out of daydreaming i realize i have no idea what he has been talking about. so i just nod and say “yes…yes”. he leaves and i think i may have agreed to go see him DJ or something.
whatever happened to avoiding the people you have random sex with?
time jumped up quickly. i broke my neck. i got clean while people were at happy hour. things change and drinks become events. i became another sort of animal. and oh how you noticed. i still can’t beleive I’m locked out of my apartment. i am banging the door with my tiny fists. and for once the music is too loud.
dont hate me because i dated your boyfriend. i promise I’m not trying to date him ever again. don’t compete with me because I’m not playing a game. don’t compare me to you we are different. don’t wonder about how he loved me, or how i loved him, that is none of your business. don’t try and bring me down, because i generally do not care about your opinion. don’t freak out if we occasionally talk we are not planning an affair. if you have reasons to be insecure about your relationship that is your boyfriends fault and not mine. he may love you more than he ever loved me and i am truly happy for you two. if thats not the case the feelings are not mutual. most importantly i do not wish anything negative towards you and your relationship. i am not an evil person trying to ruin your life and more often than not we would most likely be friends. so just leave me alone, pretend i don’t exist, because in your life i don’t.
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