

New York City is so fucking inspiring.
I hate when people stare.
People will do anything for money in New York City.
He says he's celebrating 60 years on this planet and that he is trying to get enough money for a place to stay in the Bowery.
I guess if it's meant to be it's meant to be.
I talked to my sister tonight on the phone. Mom told her that she thinks that I'll be coming back home soon. I told her that New York City is my home now.
It was like I was homesick for a place that I have never been. New York City
I love it here in New York City. But I would love it more if I had a better job and was making more money.
So I'm moving again on Friday. That makes it my third time in two months.
Simple pleasure.
Listening with my heart.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I hunger for life.
Right now in my life I really couldn't be happier.
I feel like I'm having an out of body experience. I feel weird. Is this all happening? Is this all a dream? Am I really living here in New York City? Maybe I was in a really bad car accident just before I left. Maybe I am in a coma and everyone is hoping and praying that I will wake up soon. But I don't want to wake up from this coma because I am just having too much fun. Maybe when I decide to go home, I'll finally wake up.
Strings connected to my heart pulled in every direction. I will eat and drink from the strings. I will live off of the strings. The strings will comfort me when I am alone. The strings will give me strength. The strength that I will need to survive in a cold harsh place like Bohemia. Adagio For Strings.
Sleep seems like a million miles away.
Words that will never leave my memory.
Rejection, hope, coffee, anxiety, fear, sexuality, tired, happiness, ambitious, confused, Sante Fe, roaches, rats, dogs, nuts, hot dogs, snow, wine homeless, theatre, rent, films, celebrities, music, culture sirens, horns, neon lights.