--Index--

January 3


January 6


January 7

L.X.
(In the following: An old letter about being in l. but not really anymore, about h. and how (not) to find it, about being s. for everything. Never sent it.)


January 8

Five of Swords reversed; today was a good day.


January 9


January 10


January 18



January 24


Reduce money troubles:
- Save money when x
- Save money when x
- Buy no x in february
- Installment plan
- State money


January 26


January 28

s. a. - s. c. - s. c. - s. n.
intra-p. dimension - inter-p. dimension


January 31


February 4


February 7

Wisdom teeth removal pt. 1


February 9


February 10


February 19


February 27

Blocked. M. said I should do something else.


March 2

Room views. Accumulations.


March 7


March 8


March 12


March 13

Stain removal
- Stain eraser
- Repaint
- Fixate
- Dishwashing detergent
- Latex paint


March 17


March 22


April 5

[...] A matter of habit. xx [...]


April 12


April 15


April 16

(Would have the chance to get served a nice yogurt sauce.) (But I am disgusted.) (No no no no no.) (Gotta say No.)ew just realized that ... There is a memory related to yogurt sauce. With chopped herbs and lemon juice. But it is made by dirty fingers. No no no no no non o no!!!


May 15


May 16


May 18


May 20


May 27


June 14

Wisdom teeth removal pt. 2


June 26



July 13


July 29


August 3

back


August 4


August 8


August 9



August 10


August 14


August 26


August 29


September 12


September 14

Woke up today in my spare bed in A. Went outside the front door, sat down and attempted to meditate. The air here is so fresh that breathing is actually fun. Over the past weeks, the heat forced me inside, but now nature is endurable again and I am currently enjoying going outside, especially in the morning and late at night.
A. and I talked about pseudonyms and diaries. Ever since [...], I find it hard to write. Not that I don't know what to write about - it rather feels like a performative act. The thought that someone might read what I wrote is inhibiting me from being honest. [...]
The time in A. does me good. I am badly exhausted and frankly, I am afraid of returning to The Island. Yet still there is so much to do, to sort out, [...]


September 15

I am tired. Haven't been sleeping well lately. Uncertainty is keeping me awake.

I am afraid of returning x. What if I get lonely? What if I cannot find balance? What if I cannot make good a.?
So many things to look forward to, yet still I feel overwhelmed by the thought of going through all of it alone.

XXxxxxxGo read everything about me; if you don't trust me, you might as well just find out anyway.


September 16

On my way back to The Island. Took a train that drove me past X one last time. It felt weirdly exciting, I wasn't lonely, not one bit - it felt like I belonged here after all. (Didn't last long though)
I am annoyed of driving for so long. My head is aching, I am feeling a little sick. I wish to be lying in my bed already, I could use a good sleep. So much to think about, so much to do in the next few days. I am a. ...

I read XXX. Left me devastated. Xxxxx conflict between x and y. I am also a. o. thinking of z and z(z) too much. I f. that things will x if I do so. I don't know if I could x.


September 17

[...]Thinking of all the people that have left this place, wishing they had stayed; wishing I had spent more time with them.
I am a. that this will have been my best time.


September 19

...


September 20

Finally c.!

And I realized something important: no matter how bad things might get in life, I will never have to deal with the shame of being a bike cop.


September 21

Last two days were easier, structured.
For lunch, I sat down with M.
T S was also nice. Was great talking to V. They are so nice and smart and interesting. (I should talk to people more)


September 22

A dream of P. and me escaping. M. appeared too in a way. She tried to help me, she was worried, and I was thankful that she appeared.

Annoyed. Gotta find a solution for x as soon as possible.


September 23

In my dream, M. had dementia. She was helpless.


[...]

...I really want to learn how to connect; why do I make it so complicated for myself?


September 25

What if we could choose our wounds? What form would we assume?
Unrequited l.; no disgust, no anger, only disillusionment and lots, lots of pure and sincere l.


September 26

Lots of disgust


October 1

Last days have been busy. No time to think, no time to sort things out.
L. is visiting me. I am happy to have him here, but I am afraid I cannot show enough appreciation. Anyway, I am glad that we are friends. He is incredibly important to me.

I saw YN's shed today. Went to the bathroom to cwy while people were pissing right next to me.
So many people who feel the same things, have the same approach to life (art) and come to the same conclusions. It might seem like we're alone, but isn't that something that connects us in the end?


October 3

No routine; no time


October 8


October 9

Great kiss. X (yes), but I wouldn't know how.


October 14

In my apartment. The roof was leaking. It was raining from the ceiling.

Not feeling a. tonight.


October 15


October 24

... Anyhow; I cannot reenact where my time is going, it must be running away from me.


October 30


November 15


November 24

M. said not to compare with art but with reality (M., it has been eight months now and I still don't know what the hell you were trying to say)


December 24


December 29

<33clowing (editor's note: sich die Kasperlhaube aufsetzen)

Archive everything, everyone. Every thought locked in a couple of letters never to be forgotten.
Archive every single name, but who is stuck to my head, who is stuck who is 1 who is 1


December 30

I finally burned down my place. I was the last one to see the mess before all of it was gone.


December 31

Considering whether to miss or to stop thinking.

Some time ago, you said Maybe one day you'll wake up and decide that you don't want this story to control your life anymore. (You were right)


Dates removed. Place it wherever you want.

Have been trying to reach Someone all day. I want to hear his voice, want to know how his day was, want to feel special when he tells me things he doesn't tell anybody else. If only he knew what I would do to please him. I am like wax in his hands, and I want him to form me with his hands, touch me the way he likes it, so that he likes me, so that [...] (archival note: yo)

Midnight: He told me a secret (his biggest, apparently). I was happy to be the one he tried to reach; he told me I should be the first one to know and that he doesn't quite know whom else to tell anyway. I was happy about that, I felt special, but it was not long before I was overcome with jealousy for his secret was not about me.

You say you feel sorry for not giving me what I want. I feel like I'm wasting my time by waiting for you.

Someone has crossed my mind again all day. I wonder if I will ever stop thinking about Someone. Maybe I will read these lines in a few months and wonder how I could ever X.
Or maybe Someone will become the projection of everything that could have been, everything that could have made me happy if I would have been luckier. (Prettier, better, worth it) (archival note: yoooooo)

I don't even think about Someone so much anymore. But whenever I do hear his voice, I remember that I would do anything for him if he asked me to.