Go Unfuck Yourself

dialectical thinking: two opposing truths can exist at the same time. refers to the ability to view issues from multiple perspectives and to arrive at the most economical and reasonable reconciliation of seemingly contradictory information and postures.

we loved each other deeply. it was a relationship in which we held each other back, resulting in toxicity and abuse. i had to leave because my needs weren’t being fulfilled. she needed to leave because she wasn’t happy with me anymore. it had to be, my boy! i relapse so much because she made that child in me feel loved in all the ways I wasn’t.

my friend does care about me. he is ignorant of my needs because he can barely manage to improve himself.

i loved wrongfully. i love deeply, bravely, generously giving all of myself and focus to others. because i do this, i get hurt a lot. i lash out because of how much i get hurt.

i was a physically abusive man (i take full responsibility). i received a lot of pain and abuse growing up (it’s not your fault, will!).


“maybe it’s time you accept that you’re a great person.”
“i want to, but my entire body rejects the idea. remember how you asked about how my body felt. well i feel it now. It’s a no.”
“you seem like you have this idea you’ll return to who you use to be in a snap. you’re not thinking about how far you’ve come.”
“it’s my core. if that’s who i am. then i’ll always return to it?”
“No. People really can change.”
“i appreciate you saying that. but you’re just seeing an edited version of me. for all you know i can just be a bullshitter. you’ve never seen me when i exploded. how can i believe that?”
“That’s fair. Well let me put it this way i’ve seen many people and the fact that you recognize your past was wrong, the fact that you were the one to end things, the fact that you have been trying to redeem yourself – i mean you’re here right now. you’re obviously very introspective so you’re conscientious, and you’re emphatic. you’ve been through a lot. but i see someone who really put in the work to understand himself and others.”
“I don’t feel like i’m enough still. when will i finally be ok with myself.”
“That’s going to take time and effort.”
“I’m just so tired of trying to improve myself. it’s like i’m happy she’ll get to be with someone better, but again i’m still heartbroken and lonely. It’s like whenever I choose to improve myself, who cares? i’m still dealing with the fallout. it’s like hey i’m happy my mom is okay now, but i got really fucked up from that. when will i be ok?


Unwanted daughter, homeless wanderer
I called lover, did you find home
after the Vegas skyline?

Loner, I wasn’t better
I wanted to be like your father,
a good man, your protector.
It wasn’t in my nature.
Loveless daughter, frequent flyer
I hope you soar higher
and find another,
a home with someone better.





The Art of Loneliness

Reverb for those solo echoes, no one will save you. Frank Ocean understands me.  No, I understand you, Frank O! Time spent in my head, high all the time thinking. Addict to all things: cigarettes, sugar, sadness, you. I’ve been here again. Watch the planes for my dad when I ran away from home. Watch my dad stare at the planes. You realize you’re not anyone’s 1. And you realize you’re not your own 1. Solo travel is cool, being alone gets old. In prison, among rapists and murderers,  the worst thing you can do to punish someone is to keep them alone. I watched the stars wondering if somehow I can make you come back just like how you watched the stars for my happiness. I am a lone wolf, but life isn’t fiction -you don’t want to be the antihero in real life. Been exiled from my real pack, not my starter pack. Self exiled from home home. Back then being alone meant death. If you were ostracized from the pack, you were most likely going to die either by predator or by nature’s will. Is it selfish to say only you can make me happy?


I got a few loving texts from friends. Maybe this is my journey – learning to be happy without romantic love. My coworkers love me. My family loves me. I’m doing well, doing a lot, more than I thought I could ever do.  Maybe loneliness isn’t an art, just an artifice.

And maybe if I can find love here and now, I can find love again…

Manny Pacquiao’s coach said I was hardcore! He also called me a dense motherfucker haha

Sometimes my heart needs to vomit

I don’t want to be the worst thing to have happened to you. I want to be angry with you so I can move on with my life. But why do I only have the happy memories now? I spent my day off missing you. That’s why I work myself to exhaustion; it’s so I don’t have to think about you!

Cozy Thai’s pad thai was good. First bite, I remember us scrambling to open an episode of Bob’s Burger before we settled in and ate together. I remember smiling at you and brushing your cheek. You held my hand there, and stared at me with love. Goddamn, you really broke my heart. But that’s not true at all! I broke both of our hearts when I left you. Was I really the worst person who came into your life that you’d see my friend but you won’t give a damn about me anymore? lol, I need to move the fuck on, but I don’t want to be attractive to any other woman. I am my own greatest saboteur, Benedict Arnold motherfucker.


Rainy days are your days. But really, every day is your day. Rainy nights are different. Nah, I think about you at night too. The sad part is I know if I were ever lucky enough to see you again, we’d both know we’re not the same persons anymore.

Hey, I miss you like that first night you slept over and I held my breath. I miss you like that day I sat across you in the restaurant and I sliced a burger for you and you stared at me like I was an adorable creature. Hey, I miss you like how you were sad and I opened that soda I dropped to make you laugh. I miss you like how I like the way you moaned when you ate chicken salad. Hey I miss you when you sat in that bathtub in our apartment drinking beer because you were absolutely depressed about our living situation because you weren’t able to see your friends and family more. And I remember feeling so sad I couldn’t do anything about it because I didn’t want to you to leave me. But I really tried to be at your house more so you could see them. Hey, I miss you like whenever I called you pretty/beautiful/cute you’d look away but smiling. Hey, I miss you like how you would jump around when you saw me. Hey, I miss holding your hand and walking our dogs together. I miss finding you curled up in bed. I miss kissing you goodbye in the mornings and tucking you in. I miss you like the last time I saw you driving away in the morning and you waved at me like we would be OK one day.

But it doesn’t matter because I have to remember I’m really not good for you. I’m all sorts of fucked up, and I’m really trying to be different. Anyways, hope you’re happy and you’re with a smart, handsome dude who loves you for you. And the best thing I can do for you is try to be OK and stay away. wubbalubba.



Hamburger Helper

The home sat on a floating cloud, always moving through the skies. It was the place I felt safest, but I could never find it in the same spot. I am not the same boy. I only long for that feeling. Sometimes I forget I am a man now. The life of a man is loneliness.

Before I found sleep, I had a fleeting epiphany. I lost it as my mind drifted to lesser things. I didn’t want to let this thought go. I swam back to it. A few years I tried to figure out my purpose. At some point, I said to myself I wanted to support those who need me. A wave of comfort and relief rushed over me; my mind rested. I am everything I wanted to be. Though I curse my fate and the hand I was dealt, it is everything I had wished for…

Damaged people kept coming into my life. Why I found myself asking? Why me? I cannot help these people. But I did. I always did. Whether it was financial, emotional, or even counsel. I helped an ex criminal with his family. I helped crazy cat lady. I helped a homeless man. I successfully helped each of my coworkers with their endeavors. I help my family. I help those who need help. I am a helper. And then I realized your family and you never needed my help. I needed help from you and your family. Thank you for helping me.

Who am I? I am a helper. I get to help people for a living, but it is not how I want to help people. Sure, I get donations for people who need help. But it is not fulfilling in the way I need it to be. Anyways my boss and coworkers insisted I take a day off to rest this week. So here I am not entirely sure what I should do… I skipped boxing already.

I thought I wanted to forge on ahead. Go explore some part of LA or Hollywood. Maybe I should travel and see the world, but as I delved into myself, I realized I don’t want any of that, at least not today. Today I want to go to place I use to call home. I want to see my dogs. It’s been some time now. It’s laundry day as well.



Daily Reminders

I crave you like an addiction. But I have to remember I laid us to rest. I gave everything of myself. You gave everything of yourself. I apologized after the rain. I watched you leave in the morning. I must reign in my thoughts. I must kill my cravings for you every day – they’re not real; they’re longings for the past; there’s nothing to be sad about if I can see our time as something to cherish, something that shaped me into who I am today. If there’s any hope, if there’s any meaning to all of this, it’s that my wishes came true. You’re happy, you have love in your love, and you have the courage to go after your dreams.

I must remember I have control over my thoughts. I am my own master. I am not a slave to my emotions. I choose to spread joy to those around me. I choose to be better though I blunder and stumble. I must cast away habits that weaken me. I am confident. I am incredible.

I have seen the monster inside myself. I have seen the rat in myself. I have seen madness and greatness. I encompass all these facets. Though they reside in me, they do not define me. I have conquered them. I have conquered myself. I am king. I have pushed my threshold for pain. I have pushed my tolerance and patience. I have expanded myself, and I must be careful that these boundaries do not fall. I must not return to my weaker dimensions.

I have wandered the desert until exhaustion. I have bathed in the ocean and swam past my fears. I have held fire to my hand and never uttered pain. I have leaped off a bridge and saw the ground reach for me. I have endured hours of pain. I have fought another man until we laughed and embraced. I have done my best to raise up the people around me. I have used my talents to helped those in need. I have used my guidance to bring my family together. I have comforted many people in pain. I have sat in the quiet of the forest. I have felt the coldness of rain and winter on my bare skin while everyone around me ran for cover.

I do not need to share myself with anyone else. I have everything and anything I need to be whole. Though I wish to be in a better place in life, I have to remind myself that things do not always go according to plans and desires. There is still much for me to do and learn. I will leave in time. I do not need to throw everything away and leap into uncertainty to improve myself. I have the ability to recreate myself. I am OK. I must act, but the right things and people will find me in the right time. I must let go control of external factors, and control myself.

In a Year’s Time & Sad Morning


“I fear I’m not worth love. I showed her the worst part of me, and the saddest part is she would have stayed with me. How sad is that? I had to let her go. It’ll be a year from Sunday. On that day I finally admitted to myself that we were not good for one another. But I keep wanting to go back to her. Why…? She was the one person who saw all of me, and still gave value to me. No one has ever given me so much generosity, not even my parents.”

I’m relapsing and denying myself love. I bought another pack of cigarettes after 2 months. Maybe I dreamed of throat cancer when I woke up a few nights ago. Maybe I won’t go to yoga today because I’m back to torturing myself. I’ve been forcing myself to exhaustion. Maybe this is my idea of a man -the part I’ve admired most about my dad, his tirelessness, his independence, his leadership. I’ve been trying to force these qualities at work and in life, and its working. I directed a team as we moved 54 pallets of a cliff bar donation in a hellish, chaotic day. I’ll have worked 5 weekends in a row by the end of May.  It was weird when my boss met my dad, seeing two paternal figures in my life. My dad seemed proud of me for the first time when he kept repeating what my boss said of me. I don’t want to be of sadness only. Life has not been joyful for so long. Everyday I am of longing, numbness, and anger. I find some doses of laughter and happiness, but it is not who I really am. It is not what I truly feel. People are surprised when they hear I have a depressive side.

“You are not your depression.”
“That’s so hard for me to think. I’ve been depressed for as long as I can remember. Even as a kid…”

There are days I wish I were never born. I wish I could end this happier.


“You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve met.”
“I wish I can see myself like that.”
“But you’re like perfect.”
“It’s funny, my ex use to say that about me. And I hated it. I wanted to be seen as a person.”
“Maybe it’s time you start seeing yourself as someone worth redemption.”
“I’ve been trying to redeem myself for so long. But how can I when I can’t make things better for the one person I’ve wronged?”
“Whenever I see you, I see a hamster running on a wheel. You’re like a saint hamster.”
“Where do you get all this energy? What are you training for?”
“I don’t know. Life or something.”
“You’re a fucking bitch. Fuck you.”
“You did bad things, but at least you own up to it. Most people I know never do that. And you’re actively trying to change. That should mean something. It does mean something about you.”
“That’s why I like you, Alan. You like sex, but you’re cool not having sex with me either. Not to say that’s why I like you, but it feels like you really want to know me. That’s different from all the guys I’ve met. We’d be a disaster if we ever got together. We’d be so codependent. I want to stay here with you. I really do.”
“I hate myself. I hate the things I’ve done. I hate who I am now. I hate so many things about myself. I still think about her everyday.”
“You’re a good son.”
“You’re a great man.”
“I’m seriously proud of you, Alan. Hard work denies no one. Great job lately. I mean it.”
“Thank you, Alan. This means a lot. I wish my son was like you.”
“Sometimes when I see myself in the mirror, I don’t recognize the person staring back. And I say to him who the fuck are you. That’s why you have to talk to yourself, Alan. It’s not crazy. There’s sanity in solitude. When you’re with people out here in LA, it’s just noise. That’s why you have to know yourself. My best friend always told me, you must know yourself!”
“Get out! Get out! Get Out!”
“Are you OK, Alan?”

I dreamt of death
the rank stench of stagnancy
the cold hand crept around my throat
until I awoke, fetal.