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Tim Kasher, I want to be the first to thank you on behalf of all of us heart broken women. Your voice is going to pull me through, I can't stomach another conor break down in which I listen to the howls for hours sobbing into a pillow. Your execution of the pen to the page is with much tact and honesty. Every whisper on black out is a breath I can relate to.

Sincerely, Tati-Ana Brissett

In other news, the rain in Boston is inside of my bones along with the cold. I can torture myself like no other, not to sound depressing or overtly emotional. In all honesty, I need to be cold before I can appreciate the warmth.

I just wish after that hour with jeff I felt any more better. I just keep tearing up and I mean it's true what those lyrics say, crying in the rain so no one can see. No one knew I was crying, not one person. No one cries in the morning. I mean think about it, how many times do you wake up and feel this failing sorrow?

honestly, I wanna go home, I wanna be dry, I wanna be loved and held close.
I've got some shit to get straight.

holidays shmolidays.

So, I exist.
I'm no longer off of the grid.
Massachusetts Identification Card holder, that I am.

Oh, ridiculous.
I have made some decisions.

1. no reason to write about bullshit that happens in real life. it happened, get over it, don't record it, you're not Anne Frank, no one is making a movie about it or putting that shit under glass in a museum. honestly, out of all the spiteful shit I do in a day, I can't begin to write both sides and it just plum ain't right for me to record the other.

2. stop stop stop being so damn insecure about love given. someone loves you, let them. let them in. no homo.

3. hang out more, I missed my franz, but I'd like some solid guy friends, not gunna lie, tis the season for boy mates.

4. bette midler.

5. this isn't much of a decision kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda like bette midler but, I look nice in my seafoam sweter.

oh, I hope victoria and I get to travel this summer.
we're slaves of time.