doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?

A friend of mine who's been struggling with his own broken heart is giving up the fight here. He's got a one-way ticket to San Francisco this week. Leaving behind all the devastating memories that New York City bleeds.

I envy him.

If the logistics of moving weren't so daunting to me... I would love to run away from this.

If I had less stuff. If I had a little money saved. Christ, it would be so good to just be somewhere that doesn't remind me of anything. It's the fucking memories that kill. The vague threat of running into someone you don't want to see.

I wish everything weren't so wrong all at once...

February. I need some better news soon. Something to hold onto.