XVII

I feel dirty. I’ve showered twice today, but I know myself enough to know this has nothing to do with filth, and everything to do with a guilty conscience. It’s on account of my last two blog posts. I thought they were funny—but now I’m not so sure. I don’t want to delete them because I think it shows the reality of the way we fluctuate between emotions. Sometimes we’re angry, sometimes we’re sad; sometimes we’re right, and sometimes we’re sorry. And I am sorry. I shouldn’t have posted them.

I feel like I need to detox from everything. Como que me hace falta una limpia. How I’d love to rent a cabin for a few days and just be. No internet. No social media. No alcohol. No weed. No worry.

Just homey movies; comfort food; hot tea; a book; a laptop. And dare I say a woman to lie with? Would that mess it up? Is that precisely what I don’t need right now?