When Kate and I broke up it tore me up. From the inside out. Or maybe the outside in. Or, to put it very simply: it fucked me up. I feel better but the pain she left me with will never be entirely gone. I am a romantic. I am needy. I am sad. Suddenly [...]
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I really do believe there is a girl out there for me. A soulmate? I really want to believe this is true. Maybe I feel like it might not be because I no longer believe that word is the end all and be all. It sounds nice. But it also sounds tired. Clichéd. One could [...]
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The steeple rises high in the sky piercing me like your tongue — the forked one, not the one with the hole in it from years ago (yesterday). It was recently because you couldn’t eat anything solid for weeks — and then when you picked up the phone and it was me on the other [...]
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As the girl walks by, her feet land in beat with the music playing through my headphones. How often does this happen? I wonder. Do other people notice this? Am I normal? Does it matter?
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I am at the party. In a hotel, after I left the stairs, after we left the house. My wine has worn off. A high-rise hotel building overlooking the beach. Overlooking? On the beach. Perverted. Thankfully though, as sick as that fact makes me feel, as sick as the wine made me feel, I don’t [...]
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I like riding in cars. This shouldn’t surprise you at this point. There’s something isolated about it. About being cut off from the rest of the world. About the motion. The motion I think is what really gets me.
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So what did I learn? What did being out at the beach teach me about life? About me? What can I walk away from it with?
I don’t know, to be honest. And to tell you would be a cop-out. I want to tell you the story, not solve it for you.
What would I like [...]
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An old man wearing white Reeboks shuffles by. His head is down, way down, though he seems to walk more comfortably than the old woman previously. His pace is fast and smooth. White hair stands shocked, straight up, defying gravity in a way I thought only cartoons could portray. He is simply unhappy. And why [...]
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I think, perhaps, totally naked, all girls are ugly. Without any setting, any accessories. But I want them all.
This is how I know I am straight.
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I don’t want to consider anything but the present. Like the fact that this girl will never be what I want her to be. Instead I will press ever onwards, until something completely derails me. It doesn’t take much when it comes to girls. The pierced bellybutton tells me enough. I don’t want it to. [...]
