January 2012
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“I like the thrill.
Nothing’s going to make me feel this real”
December 2011
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He’s in grad school for pharmacy.
Shiiiiiit.
November 2011
2 posts
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Why do we only say what we truly mean when we’re drunk? It’s a good indicator of the shit you have bottled up. Feelings I thought I did have surface. Names. Feelings. Relations.
Only in insobriety do I make poor decisions and say stupid things. Decisions that normally would not stand. But the same thing goes for everyone.
I’ll move on, forget about it until I’m drunk.
I...
October 2011
12 posts
I tried to save my smoke when I was in the taxi. The driver saw and got made so I had to chuck it out the window. What a waste.
- drunk self
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I feel so weak….frail….breakable….
This must be the effect of all this depressing music I’ve drowned myself in the past two days. My mind is filled with all sorts of thoughts, feelings, reflections, what-if’s and why not’s.
I don’t know. I need to make sense of this madness.
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Mountains. I miss mountains. I took the sight of the beautiful mountains outlining the city for granted. Now in the distance, I see only concrete buildings.
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I’ve never been attached to anyone. It has always been me. I do not lean on anyone. I don’t expect people to be there to console me in any way—though I do have a lot of these people. I don’t expect anything from anyone. Problems, I deal with myself. Everything else, I sort it all out on my own. It has always been this way and I am entirely okay with it.
Yet today I felt...
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Everyone disgusts me.
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Great things:
grad school
smokes shisha
speaks fluent french
speaks my first language
profile picture dressed up as a ninja
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“POWER, CORRUPTION AND LIES”
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Why is it that a text from a boy—no—man seven years my senior the only one to ever send me heart into a stupid flutter causing time to briefly come to a standstill. Everything stops. My heart stops for a split second, before gradually resuming.
I met him drunk and at the club.
I feel more for this stranger I’ve come to add on Facebook than any other boy that has entered my...