The reindeer is hiding by my side, above the biggest cigarette smoke. I want to try a whisky, please. I’ve been cold for a while. Might be because I was in love with someone who didn’t fell the same way. My salad came with a side dish of go fuck yourself. The doctor said I should sleep. Maybe he meant forever. I don’t like crappy love stories. I like the crappy relantionships that work because people love eachother too much. I love when I love too much. Or someone loves me too much. Let’s fucking be too much, maybe we’ll live better. I still wait for that drink. The reindeer grew old and died. Maybe that intoxicating smell kept her alive. Like the shitty things people are going through. I think that’s what keeps us alive. Feeling like shit. We want to know if we can survive when something really bad happens to us. And we do. It’s like conquering a math problem. Or not. I don’t know. I want a cigarette. I don’t need it anymore, but I want it. This is my relationship status by the way. Hopefully, I will get sick of wanting the same person over and over, because he never got sick of rejecting me from time to time. I love chips. Actually, I don’t. I just ate 1 box of them. I was bored. That’s enough confessing for today.
The worst thing about myself is that I make the worst mistakes just because I am hurt. I don’t do them for fun or whatever, but just because someone or something is hurting me baddly. And all that guilt makes the hurt and the emptiness I feel disappear for a while. And it’s the worst thing someone can do about themselves.
Usually, I would consider myself a bad person but now I know I do all these really stupid shit just because of my hurt, just because I am human. And sometimes all you can seem to do is lose control while discovering how to recover.
So if you’re like me and you kind of feel you lost yourself in mistakes, just remember sometimes it is all you can do and someone out there has done worse than you (it’s not the smartest thing to advice but you know).
Cheers to the human part of us, that sometimes sucks.
Do you ever look at someone and just pray to God you never have to lose them?
“Even a painful longing is some form of presence.”
Anna Kamienska, A Nest Of Quiet
Te caut. De mult timp. Te rog sa apari. Și te rog sa ma iubești pana la infinit cum o sa te iubesc și eu pe tine.
Vino. Sunt pregătită. Sa las in urma tot răul. Toata durerea.
Sunt pregătită pentru tine, pentru dragostea mea. Nu știu cât mai pot sa stau înconjurată de atâția bărbați intr-un club sau local. Fără sa simt nimic. Și m-am saturat ca acel cineva sa fie pregătit pentru mine
Te vreau pe tine, doar ia-ma și hai sa ne iubim.
“-He is a part of me. He’ll always be. It just hurts so much.
– There is a polish saying “Love is like a head wound. It make you dizzy, you think you die, but you recover. ” Usually.
-That’s a terrible saying.”
Except right here
And it hurts.” – Rupi Kaur