I just got back from NYC. A lot of my friends from SF just moved out there and it was great to see them. I saw my friends - the two gallants - play at an amazing show in brooklyn - hung out with my friends jameson, harrison, and i saw my friend leah who i haven't seen in forever. harrison and i went to critical mass on friday and i got my bag stolen with my id, ss card, journals, new book, heathers jacket, and $150. i barely got back to sf. will was an amazing host and it was so awesome to hang out with him while i was in town. i just got a card in the mail from my monica.
. i think heather and i just broke up and i feel like i'm going to vomit. i've lost trust and faith in all people and i really am just through with relationships of all kinds. i just think i'm meant to work and never be with anyone. i don't want to ever be with anyone. i just seem to get fucked over again and again. also the poem i wrote on my previous entry wasn't about a recent situation but from something that happened about 3 years ago. i need a friend. too bad i don't have any of those
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i hope you can find someone to talk to about this... Monica seems like a good candidate!
try to take care of yourself this week.