Oh God, Leigh. How you changed, me.

Something I wrote in my diary once about 2 years ago (regarding “Hedwig and the Angry Inch):

“You can’t be afraid of who you are…you are a part of someone else, and until you except who you truly are, on the inside, and get rid of the all the outwardly things, and just except yourself…and not put on a facade, which, in Hedwigs case…was his wig……You have to be able to take off the wigs in your life…Or else noone will see what is under it…

Show the truth in life…Adore and Love and…! Sigh…that’s all you need to do.”

That’s right. Phoow. (That’s my noise for breathing out, because I hate writing out ‘sigh’.) And I don’t care if you don’t read me anymore. I don’t care if this is how I write. I don’t care right now.

Awhh. (Another breathing out noise. I think I’ll start writing ‘sigh’ again, actually.) I just really would like to know everything about a person.

(Just so you know? That came out without me thinking about it. I want to love you. I want to tell you that I do. And I want a smile. From you.)

And fuck if I’m being mushy. This is a part of me. And I need to start embracing (yes, that’s right) even the bad things.

Sigh. Yes. That feels good to not care if you like me writing sigh. (I feel like that’s a phrase, like, ‘riding-si’ or something.)

You see, I used to be a better person. Or, no, scratch it, I used to be smarter. That’s all.