Status Updates From Wallaçonia

I inhaled deeply, and I thought: this is being in Wallaconia, the papery smell, the stillness, the old charts, the view of bare trees and stiff, icy reeds, rippled by windows someone made by hand. I was embarrassed, though, to be eighteen and thinking of a childhood fantasy as though it were real. I felt like I'd wet my bed. But I had to have a place for my mind to go. I couldn't live without it.

Talks with the ex.

Intense

“I thought how I had finally joined the human race.”

“I couldn’t bear to think about myself having needs. Needs seemed like awful things to admit. Any need I had would be impossible anyway. I’d say, ‘I want...’ alone on the porch of a locked cabin or in an endless, empty field.”

oh Jim I think you need therapy

Loved the quote on 220

Super relatable so far! Love it