There are no accidental meetings. when you know, you know
Oil paintings by Paolo Girardi (Italian, b.1974)
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner/Jaun beaur
Almost, Almost, almo...
{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz }
{So We Must Meet Apart by gabrielle bates and jennifer s. cheng}
I Miss My babygirl..
The both of them.
My Heart Aches.
I feel so Empty all the time man..
Really haven’t smiled or laughed since she left me. My anxiety has come back, even worse than it was before. Now the anxiety has me throwing up; and now I can’t even keep food down. My appetite has all but, disappeared.
I really hate what I did to the love of my life. I really hate myself. I’m so sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this fuck up.
“Be careful what you say to someone today. Tomorrow they might not be here, and you can’t ever take it back.”
— Unknown
Really ended up in the hospital..over a damn woman..and this is the only place I’d admit it.
My ancestors are looking down, truly laughing and having a ball about how weak I am.
I just hope it doesn’t turn into an overnight stay..
Realized I haven’t cooked a single thing since I made this woman break my heart and lost my daughter.
Really have lost everything, including the will to live and all my inspiration.
I really am dead inside.
I hope and I pray that you won’t hate me someday
‘cuz I can’t do this. I have been so empty since you’ve left. Only thing inside me is sadness and hopelessness. I am just going through the motions, I have been for months.
I just want to be better, but it’s not looking good so far. It’s pretty bleak actually; and the sweet release of Death(or Her cousin Sleep) are the only things that entice my attention lately.
Forever a sad and lonely boy
I thought I could be strong enough.
I was wrong.
I wanted to hold on to something, anything. But there is nothing.
I just wanted to hear your voice one more time maybe, but I see now that was never an option.
I wasn’t strong enough, and I don’t think I ever was.
Goodbye cruel world, I was never meant to be here this long.
Wrote a letter to my mom and i’m not sure what it means. Or what I’m doing. Want (or need?) it to be out there somewhere…
There is no honor in what i’ve done to desecrate my soul and body..
