we are always more than our pain.

There's something depressing about eating an orange ,standing in your kitchen, alone. I'm sick of being alone.

So those little 6th grade insecurities of mine showed their heads when they began discussing bowling, which I was never invited to, which I'm never invited to, not that I would go, but I really thought they liked me.

Naked ladies in the bathroom, receipts thrown at me, 60 something men hitting on me, getting off early because my manager has compassion on my soul...all in a days work.




I mean, we've had crushes before, but "nothing this severe."

Tomorrow the sun will shine again, on us.


Photo Cred: Me, Silver Strand, CA feb 2006