today is my 8 year anniversary of moving to new york
today i cried because i felt so alone
today i produced for 8 hours out of my east village apartment
today i felt like an adult woman
an adult woman who knows her cycle and can justify the sudden and overwhelming sadness
at being single,
when just last week she had someone begging to worship her pussy
when still today, she’s laying on cum stained sheets —
which she should really wash
like an adult woman would
or wouldn't? who’s to say — we should stop policing women's bodies afterall
today my friend called me, the same friend i thought of fondly while i purchased a notebook that i decided was the one i would fill with
my life changing ideas.
she told me she wanted to talk about anything other than how she was
so i started telling her about how i was — sad, but working through it.
turned out she was also sad and working through it.
i think it must be that we’re all really just sad and working through it.
some days are better than others — some days only seem like they are.
