Last saturday I moved. A week ago. There was a lot of packing and secretly smoking in the house and being sad. Now we don't live in Pilsen but in Wicker Park. I hated to leave, even though staying would have been some sort of death wish.
I don't like living in Wicker Park already. There are too many white people, and they make me uncomfortable. Nothing to activate a self loathing that's almost invisible like being surrounded by people who remind you of you. And when I'm self loathing, do I ever loathe myself....
I love the actual apartment. The space is breathtakingly simple, and it felt like home upon walking into it for the first time. I'm gonna stay there as long as I possibly can. Sarah, the new girl, is wonderful. I like her. Haven't seen meg in a few days.
New years eve I fucked up my hip. Later on the friendliest face I know showed up to make me feel better, or maybe just because he was drunk. I don't care because I like to have him around.
I hope I can keep him.
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