January 10th, 2004
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When I was in high school, I wanted to be alone because it was cool. When I was in college, I wanted to get married, because I was afraid of dying alone. Now I’m living in a space where the only time I get to think is on late trains and Saturdays, and it’s not a matter of being alone or together, it’s just a matter of being. I want to breathe and have lily petals fall off my lips, to walk on asphalt and see stars.
