"It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me." 
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Lois Ames dated 11 January 1969



The pain of the night has become an ache.

I think about it all the time. It's an incident that's at the back of my head that occasional rears itself. I think about everything I put you through and I have no more negativity, only sad love for you.

There is an pain that doesn't go away. It starts acute then ebbs into a steady ache. I feel it in my heart and in my blood. It's painful and it's okay, because you went through more than this for me.

I must remember your happiness and leave you be.

x







How lucky I am to have a colleague as fanatically weird as me.

Can't wait to see her face everyday for the next 2 days before we part forever till a common event :( I hate all these one-time friends, please let our paths cross more often and longer!

Today I had an incident at little india road which has made me abhor all the indians in the immediate vicnity and I have said "what the fuck la" at least 6 times to 6 different dudes. I am also on my last raw nerve of snapping and shredding them. One more violation, just one more, and I'll really crack.

Must fucking stay by my booth till I die.