Out, getting a life

It’s been 20 days since I moved out and it hasn’t been a single day, moment, or instant I have not loved it. However, the bubble has indeed burst. I just received a saddening little letter from the father, I’ve …

I matter, even if I don’t to you

Yesterday I had breakfast with L. We’ve being seen each other most weeks ever since he came back from Europe. Last time we met (two weeks ago, thanks to a dum tantrum I pulled that had much more to do …

I have no words / Undead inside

I don’t know what’s going on with me, I just can’t seem to write.  I’m just filling up this blog with drafts that never seem to be finished. Or I simply don’t start writing them at all, because I don’t …