I’m sad, angry, in pain. I try to stay cool but deep inside I just want to break everything around me. My life feels like a house of cards ready to be swept away by my wrath. When will this hell be finally over? I can’t cry… Not now, not ever. Don’t let them see…
I turned on my television today, wondering what I could watch that would not suck my brain into a void of intelligence for the rest of the night. I landed on a little show called “Ghost Adventures”. First and foremost, I’d like to make a statement to my horror followers: I usually don’t write about…
I noticed that a lot of my tweeps either guest blogged or had guest bloggers post interesting (and mostly random) stuff on their respective pages, and I thought, is it a new trend or does it really help to get more readers and followers? Will I have to pimp myself out in order to sell…
How did I fall in love with you… I remember these times as if they were yesterday, when my heart burst with a passion that I was unable to tame, and feelings that grew bigger than me. I spent endless nights staring at the moon with a grin that never left my face, and all…
I read this article about the London riots a few days ago, and it made me think again about people who consider themselves victims of society. I’d love to paste the whole content of the article here, but it was in German… 🙂 So you’ll have to believe me or use Google translate to the…
I woke up this morning not really wanting to go to work, but it feels like that every Monday. I once saw a mug in a tourist shop on Times Square that said “I hate Mondays, but I hate Tuesdays more”. I should have bought it for the $15 it was not worth, just to…
After miraculously catching a cab under a pouring rain, I came home drunk, my thoughts lost in a magical blur. I heard every drop land on the windows of my small apartment, and I felt lucky I made it just in time before getting completely drenched. I enjoyed being safe inside, knowing that nobody could…
I feel a pain that’s impossible to describe, and a sense of helplessness that drives me nuts. I open my mouth but nobody seems to hear me. I hate myself so much for the stupid shit I did. I should have been smarter, I should have known. But how? I was so young and no…
She stared at the powder for a long time, hesitantly playing with the straw that lied on the table before her. She had never done hard drugs before. She heard so many stories of kids snorting too much of it and overdosing in bathrooms of clubs. She wasn’t sure whether she should start a habit…
So I don’t usually complain too much (or at least I try not to), given the fact that I live in New York City. I know I willingly chose to live among the crazies. You can tell me all you want, big cities have weird people, you’re preaching to the choir, and I’m with you…
The Manicheans 