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Yeah, so that last year went by quite roughly.

My last birthday was spent alone, save the first time I've read my writing in LA... and my friend who I hadn't seen in a year showed up right after my reading... we talked for hours and he drank too much and puked in my bathroom and I took care of him. Now we are the best of friends, a year later.

This dope I was dating at the time, I dumped quickly when I suddenly realized I was better off alone and was only hurting myself by hanging onto someone who wanted to be in an "open relationship"--meaning he dated around, I didn't.

I then found a woman online, and we had one date, and then I felt dwarfed and unready to even be with anyone.

And now, a year later, I've probably broken some girl's heart (different from the last mentioned) and had mine chucked aside by a flame from 3 years ago.

I'm in a job that's moving quickly and though there's money in it, I'm not all that happy---even if it is in the "industry" -- an industry I hate and always have. Not sure what I want to do. Whatever I went to school for isn't what I want now.

My stepmother's father has just passed away. He lives in Taichung, Taiwan. I worry for her.

I worry for Taiwan.

I worry for the UCLA LGBT Center that was just attacked, a rock thrown in the window, the California rainbow flag torn...

I worry.

But I shouldn't. Right?