#cf.writers

The most romantic thing that happened all weekend was when he gave me his sweatshirt because 'You look like a cold ghost, Danielle'.

I got a tattoo, walking without feeling anything particular out of my apartment with my hair still wet from the shower ..into the next-door piercing shop and into the next appointment, which was available. It is either impulsivity or curiosity to know what it is like to feel anything at all

I do like people, for the most part, but none of them can hurt me at all and I know this in advance. In this way, I feel at times that I am dealing in fiat currency, that I am being unfair. When I joke that I am a sociopath, this is what I mean. I was intensely happy with Alex and felt almost nothing when I broke up with him, which I knew I would do from the very beginning.

I will live there, and my god, I love him. And I can’t begin to explain it, but I have a screaming, intense and recurring happiness, and I don’t scrape the bottom of it no matter how many times I scoop out more joy. And for maybe the first time in my life, I feel completely unafraid.

most collect memories so as to not remember.

I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.

I assumed that he was handsome and I slept with him, and sleeping beside this stranger I had a dream that no matter what I did, I could say “but we all know this is a dream,” and continue as if it had never happened. I feel that I may be unnecrotic flesh animated by a machine. This machine is the only part of me that is not indifferent, but it is completely automatic, even if it is often senseless. I dream of having a body on which nothing jiggles, that only moves when I want it to.

This year at thanksgiving, I'm going to save time and just tell relatives that I'm getting a degree in how to be unrelatable.