October 2010
2 posts
She Broke My Heart Because I Love Her
I always felt like I was just a reliable provider of attention and affection for her. She didn’t really care for me, just the way I made her feel special when she needed it. She didn’t really love me, just my pretty words that made her feel loved.
She broke my heart because I cared too much for her. She broke my heart because I was asking for more than her text messages and Facebook...
The End of All Things
I originally intended this blog to be my “drunk blog” where I only write and publish posts when I’m drunk. Throwing that idea out the window. I’ve decided to make this my “feelings blog”. I find posting about my feelings online is cathartic but it can be annoying and boring for my online contacts, not to mention embarrassing for me in the long run. So I’m...
May 2009
2 posts
Bad Dreams
I was drinking beer, loving the view and dreaming about the future.
You were thirsty for company, hating your new home and having a bad dream.
Wish you were there with me. My night ruled, yours sucked. Both of us scared.
Next time, we dream together. Drunk.
“Who does not love wine, women and song remains a fool his whole life long.”
– Johann Heinrich Voss