Reconciliation with myself

Thank you

You exist

I hide in my daydreams to avoid the questions I can't answer.

One small step at a time

or the end of the world. Whichever sounds just as cool.

everywhere and nowhere

that's all i dont even think of you that often

Grateful for all the love around me.

Love is patient. Love is kind.

Eat and fuck as much as you can

But I would rather feel the pain. I am not playing to win. Who knows, I might end up being a nurse.

Yet

What if I quit the familiar power game?

What's yours is mine. What's mine is between you, me and Jesus.

How can you understand other people when you don't even understand yourself?

Starting is more important than finishing. And finishing is more important than being perfect.

Men are full of shit, in case you don't already know

It costs me a Howl to realize that I need to become Sophie first.

Probably not. But I have better coping mechanisms now.

The ugly question I cannot answer.

Why did I cry for the Chinese film Like a Rolling Stone? Because I am a woman. A painter paints, a writer writes, simple as that, fuck the rest.

What happens when you turn 30 with no job, no relationship—and you can’t even rent a shoebox without help?