thebeliever

Just emailed an ex-girlfriend in Turkey. She's sad because she's stationed-- as a psychiatrist-- in some little nowhere city for 500 days. So I cheered her up, I hope; but at the same time, I'm kind of sad sitting here on a quiet Friday night, no one to see here in the city. Too bad she had to go and get married when I was in America; then maybe neither of us would be sad tonight.

I can totally hear the 101 freeway from my kitchen, where I'm typing this. Prolonged hisses of passing cars. Everything seems ephemeral and kind of melancholy.

At times like this, I understand addiction, the need for comfort any way that you can get it. I kind of just want to lay down right now. Bittersweet lol.

I've gotta start posting more when I'm happy.