In the dark this morning I lay with my eyes shut and thinking: there must be more. Three months ago I was in New Orleans with my part-time boyfriend Donovan... I lay in my bed naked as he was quickly putting on his clothes and making every effort to not look disheveled. Soon he would be heading back to his pregnant wife, leaving me to wait for the next time that I would get to see his face. I left that night with nothing but $47 and a garbage bag full of my dirty clothes. My clothes were the symbol of how I was... dirty, used, and tossed aside. Pathetic is how I would describe myself. Swimming in a sea of my self pity and drowning quickly. I called up Jenn (collect, of course) and told her that I needed a place to crash for a few days... Portland... well, whatever. Now a few days has turned into three months and where am I??? On Jenn's couch looking for some friends, some confidante's with which to share my confusion about the point of this life...
alyssum:
Absolutely I'm looking for new friends, always! So you're living here in town? You're a musician? What do you play?