I’m sad about the people I’ve lost in my life.
No, they aren’t dead, they’re just gone. At least once a day, I think about them – the huge role they played in my life, the way in which they shaped me as a person, the memories. And when something happens that instantly makes me think of them, I do wish I could talk to them again.
Continue reading “Just A Little Bit Broken”
For 22 years, I drifted my way through life. I rarely felt passion, I acted carelessly and I gave myself away too freely. What did it matter, though? I didn’t need to do anything substantial because I was constantly being taken care of by people in my life. My parents paid for everything, my friends took care of me when I was too drunk to get home and I didn’t have my first job until I finished university. Life was a mere spectacle. People loved my stories of how I ended up in dangerous situations and I loved telling them. I have always lived for adventure – the destructive kind.
Continue reading “Just, Adventure”
I am utterly exhausted today. Mentally and emotionally. I spent one to two hours crying so hard, that I’m embarrassed to see my neighbour. I know that this space is for my rantings, but I just don’t feel like going into the details of last night.
Continue reading “In Dire Need of Calm of Clarity”
I’m just so sad. I’ve been feeling very depressed for the last two or so weeks, and I don’t really know why. I think things in my life are in a transitional phase and I’m just not functioning optimally. I have been experiencing immense anxiety, sleepless nights and near panic attacks in public.
Continue reading “In Turn”