Diary 20 / 32-years-old / New York City
An on-again off-again relationship has just gone completely off during a trip to Hawaii. We’re still spending time together, but the stakes are too high, and end in a rough night at a bar. Somehow I often have really lousy February 11ths, and I mention the event is happening on an 11th. The entry ends in indecipherable scribbles and drawings. (See below.) On a side note, this is the most recent entry I’ve published. There’s an emotionality that comes through, because something about it is still unsettled and affecting. I think it’s the mention of Giovanni—and how even though our relationship “failed” some years back—he’s always strong and close. Something the man in this entry couldn’t offer.
*and sorry for the bad sound. Rough-goings in learning to be a one-woman production crew! But this is as bad as it gets, promise!*
I think that night was the impetus for Wall Words. I came home from the bar, and wrote this. It was the only way to yell.