Hi blog. I’m typing this on an iPad I once relied on, but as of tonight, it’s got liquid staining all over.

I went out with a few friends tonight. I had a good time, of course, but now we’re walking home and I’m thinking.

There’s a boy I met a few months ago. He was… controversial, but nonetheless, I enjoyed his company. I’m sure you’ll learn a lot about him- it as much as I know about him- as I upload my diary entries from the last few months.

Anyway, I’m thinking about him. And his much his comfort meant to me- but also the comfort of security he could have brought me. I’ve never watched sex and the city- personally there’s too much sex for me- but I understand Carrie. HE is my Mr. Big. The life comfort and security that slipped out of my grasp will forever haunt me. You don’t live in a 10 million dollar home and come from nothing. He had it. And I want it. I want it all. Wealth, power, security and happiness. He could have given it to me. But I could also give it to myself. He’s a guy and I’m a girl. And I think of him fondly. Those nights laying in his bed and listening to his stories.

Goodbye SS. You are missed

Somewhat yours,

Tai Jo