On Hiking Alone
Here is my official statement on why I do most things alone: I am a lone wolf. I am comfortable with myself. Here is another explanation: There is something about me that is fundamentally unlikeable.
Please don’t let this be one of those times
always around but no one wants you there You make a strange first impression. You’re hard to get to know.
22-YEAR-OLD WOMAN SEEKS FRIENDS
Hi! I’m a recent college graduate from the East Coast who doesn’t know anyone in Boulder. I am looking for female friends for nights out, hiking, and other adventures.
Craigslist, really? Hope you like dick pics. People are going to start offering you money for your used panties or ask if they can clean your apartment naked. You’re going to get murdered.
Lord of the Rings
I never respond to ads on Craigslist but yours seemed cool
21 and transferred to CU Boulder and don’t know ppl
I know you said female friends but if you want a platonic male friend I would like to be friends
Would love to hit up happy hour or go for a hike sometime
How long does it take to become friends with someone
hey bear hey bear hey bear
That was the day I met the nice family from Houston, that was the recently engaged couple who told me how they got together, that was the woman who gave me her email address and said if you’re ever in Brooklyn you’ve got a place to stay
some guy took this some guy
Krista Diamond's writing has appeared in The New York Times, Narratively, Electric Literature, Joyland, and elsewhere. Her work has been supported by Bread Loaf, Tin House, and the Nevada Arts Council. She lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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