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Now that you're gone and out of my life, I keep thinking of times I should've dumped you, way before you lost interest in me every time I asked you how your day went. Times I should've left you before you left me. I should've left you when you asked me on our first date if I was a virgin and how often I "pleasured" myself. If I would ever "in all of my life" send a nude picture. I should've left you when I asked you if I could read you my writing and you replied with a heavy sigh and a "fine". I should've left you when I asked what you thought about my poem and you replied with your shoulders. And when I asked you if I could read you another one, you responded "only if the next one is shorter". I should've left you when I picked up my guitar and as I began to play you said "stop. put it down. We're not that type of couple.." As if you wanted to be the "type of couple" that always stayed on shore and never dove too deep to discover the beauty lying beneath the ocean. I should've left you the first time we had sex when I tried to guide you for two minutes in what felt good and better to me, and you stopped and asked if we can "get to the fucking". I should've left you after the first time we had sex when you started to act distant. You just said you had "a lot of work to do" and that you were "just tired". I should've left you when I asked you if you wanted a ride home and you responded, "I think your mom hates me so I'm going to have to pass". I should've left you when my father admitted you weren't his "first choice". I should've left when I realized he was right. I should've left the week you were away and felt the only time you felt you had to talk to me was when you were "in the mood" and wanted something to keep you "satisfied". I should've left when I gave in. I should've left the first day you got back when I opened the door with a smile and you raised your eyebrows and pressed your lips together in return. I should have left you when you became hesitant to taste my lips when you used to crave them at 3am. I should have fucking left. Why did you leave before I was ready for you to leave me. I wasn't fucking ready.

Hollywood

On Tynan

My week in Hollywood has just finished and I'm now on a plane to Tokyo. Just hearing the Japanese announcements on the airplane's PA brings back fond memories of my trip here last year and makes me more excited to get there.

(Quick aside. The girl next to Todd is sleeping in the most hilarious position I've ever seen. She's kneeling facing the seat with her legs under the seat in front of her. Her head is face down on the seat of the chair, buried in the cushion. I cannot imagine that that's comfortable in any way. I wish I had my camera out to take a picture.)

I waited too long to call people so I didn't get to see all of my old friends, but I did get to see a bunch of them. I stayed at Style's place, spending most of my time working on CD on one couch while he worked on a new book on the other couch. His new girlfriend, an exotic half Indian, quarter Japanese, quarter something else, hung out with us a lot. She's adorable and a lot of fun, and they're in love.

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