Or the account of my decline into barbarism (and all of the lovely, mad people who helped me do it).

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


Daniel and I ended our relationship. We cried because we knew it was right.

And wrong.

10 PM: Michelle takes me to buy a collection of Bukowski poems and another copy of The Catcher in the Rye. Taylor calls me in the store, "Are you okay?"

I sob in the literature section.

"Daniel's middle name was Holden, I thought it was a sign." I say to Michelle. I suck an Oreo mint milkshake and reminisce.

Next time it will be better.

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