a date of mine was beaten by her mother and another by her boyfriend another said she’d fuck me when she stopped bleeding–I’ll never see her again one jealous, one cold now, one who liked coffee but not me and neither did I and my friend got sick and nearly…

I’m one or seven billion people and many more “animals.” (We’re all the same) Im going fast in a taxi home There are others like me I’ll never meet There are others There aren’t others

Tokyo was surreal now it’s normal in Seoul. I’m happy. Things are boring. How did it get to this? I so rarely ask that and smile