A Young Writer’s Diary Entries From Mid-April, 1984

Even though my life has been more transient than that of anyone I know, right now I don’t mind moving around. Each time I leave an apartment, it becomes easier and yet a little sadder because of that. . . I love Florida, but I’m excited about living on the Upper West Side for a few weeks.

A Portrait Of Loneliness

We try to fill the void. Some write. Some reach for the pill bottle. Others run until their feet blister, work until dawn, or drink until they can’t see. We go to bed with strangers, and enter relationships with completely wrong people.

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