Life was simpler when I was burying Vince, my mom and my dad.
All I had to worry about was what to say to everyone to make it okay. My family, his family, my friends, my co-workers. Every conversation was a eulogy.
Words are easy, actions are infinitely impossible.
I’ve exhausted everyone I know.

But tonight, I went cruising and met this decent guy — and inbetween coitus interruptus, while straight ppl in RAM trucks surrounded us, we had really great conversation and I think I might’ve met a new friend?

Last night I dreamt my dad was alive, and I finally added him back on Facebook.

Hello my future boyfriend.