starting again

3:19 AM

I have moved since the last time I wrote.
Then I owned no furniture and slept on the floor.

Now I live in a house, a brownstone much like the Huxtable's, about 15 blocks away from my old apartment. I share it with three other girls.
I have a mattress and a bed frame. I use them almost every night.

i had given up

ive decided to resume.

i never stopped writing. but i was writing less, and not as organized. i also noticed i lost some of my best shit to bullshit conversations.
i also told people secrets that they did not chose to hear. everyone who reads makes a choice to do so, but no one can help listening, and sometimes we all talk too much.

yesterday, i returned to amsterdam from a stint in spain and morocco.