i have been here the past two weekends to see THE BOY (tyler the creator.) we’re both moving into real life & it’s not as easy as three philadelphia blocks, one text, meeting halfway. whose apartment tonight? you realize how much you take something for granted in loss… he is, the only thing i feel certain about in my current life. i’d probably sit inside this same, itchy/green bus seat a thousand times over if it meant five minutes down by the hudson…SOMEONE WHO IS SO BEAUTIFUL, tyler is. sometimes i’m an imbecile; when i act spoiled, when i cry. i am lonely when we are apart. i feel full when we are together. black & orange buses streaming between two cities i love - i am afraid of being away from ty/am wildly lucky to have him in my life at all… i stayed with jaya’s family this weekend and her dad told me how lucky i am, with job offers and interviews and the freedom to restart. so when do i stop acting childish & start getting it together? i’m watching new york’s skyline and it’s fading into grey. it is always hard for me to leave you, ty.