Emotions Washed Out

I'll make this short and sour.

The truth will remain the truth, regardless of how warped it may sound coming from a false tongue.

The eyes of the sober sees everything, despite the assumed delusions of hidden desires and feelings. Such an assumption is a lie, which I consider crass and inappropriate...

Nevertheless, despicable.

Mere figments of your drug induced imagination.

Let sleeping dragons lie, lest they devour your blind head in all it's intelligence.

For as long as I care, and these sober eyes can see, you shall not harm me. Count on it.

Oh, and if you think this post is all about YOU, don't ask, because it probably is.

Laters Baby,

The Cycle Of Love...

Random Shit...

When someone from your past exerted an effort to be part of your present, there will be that wishful thinking that he will be your future.

Days passed, months even. You will realize, you still have feelings. That deep connection you once shared will keep crawling back.

You’ll hope. You’ll crave. And when you finally decided to give it another shot, reality will slap you straight to your face.

He just wants to haunt you. He just wants to taunt you. But in the end, he doesn’t damn need you.

He will leave you heartbroken once again, crushed into tiny bits of pieces.

You’ll cry. You’ll bleed. You’ll suffer. You’ll die.

You will continue living even if you’re dead inside. Then, you will start the slow process of moving on.

You will start to build a strong, wall and cage your heart.

After a gazillion of sleepless nights and buckets of tears shed, you will start to let the feelings go.

And when you finally did, that is the time he will start to crawl back into your life once again.

This is where the cycle begins.

Laters Baby...

Friends?!?....

I thought you were there to guide me, but you were only in my way. You're not even in my life anymore, and yet you still find ways to mess things up for me. If it makes me a bad friend to not want chaos in my life then let it be. I can’t keep being there to fix you when you break. I can’t keep trying to help you, if you won’t help yourself. I can’t save you. It’s too late...

Believe it or not, it is breaking my heart to see you messing up your life like your doing  now. To hear you say the words you’ve said to me.. About me.. To see you turn your back on me, when it was supposed to be “us against the world”...

“If you were a true friend you would support me no matter what!"

But you didn't...


And I guess that ended it all...






Laters Baby....

He Never Will...

I just have to keep telling myself “HE doesn’t love you". HE didn’t love you when he was holding your hand. HE didn’t love you when he was whispering it in your ear. HE didn’t love you when HE convinced you to go a little too far. HE didn’t love you when HE swore HE’d never leave. HE didn’t love you when HE broke that promise.

HE didn't love you before and HE doesn't love you now either. Just because you're in a mess of emotions wishing HE would come back doesn’t mean HE will. HE doesn’t love you now that you are in an emotional roller coaster and hurting because HE left. HE doesn’t love you no matter how many desperate middle of the night texts you send HIM. No matter how many tears you cry for HIM it doesn't matter for HE doesn't love you

HE didn’t love you then. HE doesn’t love you now. And HE never will.

Laters Baby,

To That One Best Friend That Drifted Apart...

I hope this post finds you on a day that is filled with joy and excitement. You're living your life to the fullest and I couldn't be more thrilled for you.

I'm not so sure if we're as close as we were before but I totally get it because things have changed in our friendship. Its just that this feeling of melancholy is really getting into my nerves and the only way to get it out is by posting it.

I always hear about people losing touch with their best friends but never think it will happen to us. I’m not sure what exactly caused our subtle drift apart, though I believe the distance and lack of communication played a hand in it.

I hate this feeling when realization dawns that we are drifting apart. I noticed our conversations are getting fewer and the efforts just isn't there like it used to be. I've tried to hold on, but it just keeps slipping further and further away.

I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change and so is the friendship. The things we used to like and dislike changed. 

Is it just me though?!?

But why is it that the feelings are less sensitive now. You used to know exactly when something is bothering me and then completely turn that roller coaster of emotion around for you know what exactly to say to make me feel better. 

Our friendship is a big part of what made me who I am. I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. When we first became friends, I clung on to that friendship with a death grip.

We go weeks – sometimes even months – without talking and I used to miss you so much when when that happened, but to be honest, it never seemed like you missed me. And because of that, I guess I stopped missing you. When I look through pictures of the two of us, it’s bittersweet. I miss the connection we used to have, back when I knew everything about your life without having to pry for information. There are a million and one ways to contact you (thanks to social media), but I still have no idea what’s going on in your life or what the stories are behind the pictures you post. Now it seems all we’re left with is the occasional “How are you?” text, and “Happy Birthday” message, and less-than-promising plans to catch up with each other.


I want to thank you for being the brilliant person you are and for making such an impact on my life. I wish you nothing but the best in your new life. And while it breaks my heart a little bit to know that the distance between us will inevitably increase, I know that things will be wonderful for you.


You are going to change the lives of everyone you meet in the years to come. Because I don’t think anyone can meet you and not be taken aback by your unbridled enthusiasm and unfettered passion for life. I know it’s a tad selfish of me to say this, but there’s really no one like you. There’s no replacement for you. There’s no one who could make my life quite as colorful as you have. And even though I’m not sure if it’s my place to miss you terribly, I do and I will continue to.



Laters Baby,