Coco, Cherish, and Basil

RANDOM LINES FROM A JOURNAL WRITTEN IN MAY 2016

It's good. It's long overdue. It's taxing. It's exhilarating.

I really could have used the boost. And the ten thousand dollars.

The ever-present question: "Is this going to help you escape the inevitable?" 
Of course it isn't. Nothing can.

Like, what the fuck are you supposed to do with all the decorated Easter eggs?

The idea of starting from square one with a new person is daunting. Not sure it's worth it.

Coco, Cherish, Basil, and two guys whose names I didn't get.

It's the job of the writer to delve deeply into the dark places and come back with a report.

I could imagine telling them that I spent the afternoon driving around and crying, and no-one would have been uncomfortable with it, or thought it was weird in any way.

I can't even find someone I can pay to give a shit.

At the core of it all was the statement: "This is who I am, and I will no longer suppress aspects of myself just because you find them disagreeable."

Such a simple device that becomes a very powerful unfolding. Brought up lots of memories for me.