I love sex. I love talking about it. I love having it. I love thinking about it. I love marijuana. I love smoking it. I love being creative while I’m high or engaging in deep, intellectual conversations about anything ranging from humanity to evolutionary psychology and consciousness/awareness. I love design. I love fashion. I love music. I love things, passionately. Intensely. That’s just who I am. That’s always who I’ve been. And I have absolutely no shame in admitting to these things. I’m pursuing these things. I’m being open about these things. I love who I am. I love who I’m becoming. And I love the life I am living.
I just want to get my base level of existence and immediate reality back to this version. Or at least, the evolved version…
got here. not the evolved version... but the version that is evolving, at least.
i'm more exhausted than i've ever been, and i've never been happier. i finally feel free. free to love. free to live. free to be.
so many new things are ahead of me. i'm scared of most of them. but i get a chance to figure them out now. to prove to myself that i can. to be independent. to trust myself. to grow. to evolve. to become a better version of myself. to realize all the potential i know that i have.
time for bed. tomorrow is wednesday. i haven't even been living in my new apartment for a week yet and it's pretty much set up. but tomorrow will be the second time I feel at home.
because the first time it felt like home was the night i moved in. when i hugged him with tears in my eyes and said, "i'm here", and he hugged back harder and said, "you're here".













