I guess the worst part of someone presuming to hate and/or never speaking to me again is remembering every day that there must truly be a dangerous part of me. I don’t like believing that part of me exists; i especially don’t like admitting it exists.
I dreamt of love, and dreamt of death, all within less than 3 hours. Her name was Denise, I think, and now I’m forgetting her face. I only remember her energy, and the shine behind her eyes, and in that smallest moment, I felt something real again. The visions always fade so quickly. Blonde hair, […]
Some days i really miss the lives I’ve lost. Things certainly seemed much brighter.
The one thing that so often cuts my Hubris is vodka. The only time i find myself weak is after drinking, and in that weakness, i relinquish all my power through simple texts and facebook posts. If only there was a breathalyzer for using a phone after a night out. The problem with this weakness […]
It depressed me. I’d hoped that sting would be gone, but it was there once the night was over. I do often wish I was as callous as I pretend to be.
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