“Im aroused by your craziness”

Well, that’s kind of a first. Sweet.


I’ve won. But yes, it still burns.

Someday you’ll grow up and then you’ll forget
All of the pain you endured
Until you walk by, a sad pair of eyes
And up will come back all the hurt
And you’ll see their pain as they look away
And you want to help, but there’s just no way
Cause you won the war so it’s not your turn 
But everything inside still burns

Probably one of the most romantic things someone can say to me

“You’re weird AF. And every tiny bit of it is wonderful.”

Why are you doing this?

… asked a good friend who knows me all through my shittiest period about why I’m doing the book.

My honest answer:  Writing is a therapy for me.

I know it’s going to be one hell of a ride doing this, but I feel the intense need of doing it. I am so sick and tired of having my life defined by that one thing that happened.

I want to close this chapter once and for all.

This cover got me every time

Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you
It takes me all the way
I want you to stay


Ooh, ooh ooh, the reason I hold on
Ooh, ooh ooh, ’cause I need this hole gone
Funny you’re the broken one but I’m the only one who needed saving


Dear Divorced Dad..


After everything you (did not) do.. What makes you think you have the rights to message me out of the blue to reminisce about our first date?

I did not have an easy time trying to move on from you. So please, can you just stop?

And no, you can’t stay at my place if you come to visit.

What the hell?!

It was bound to happen

When a gathering of likeminded broken people got fueled further by alcohol and talks of shared drug experiences.


On a side note, someone is constantly in my head despite all this. Fuck.