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I read the chapter in his book about him falling in love with a beautiful Tibetan-Indian. About their passionate love making. About his weaknesses and vulnerabilities for her. Unlike all the other chapters, this was very well written. It felt … Continue reading
I like him, on paper, his profile, everything people said about him. Especially because he has that face that will grow old so handsome. But of course we were missing something. We began to lack something. I think what it … Continue reading
I am so scared of tomorrow, so scared of the work that I need to put in to get to my dreams. Or what if all that work means nothing, gets me nowhere. How can I fall asleep knowing I … Continue reading
Loneliness is a fucking bitch. Miss Mess xoxo
“How was drinks yesterday? Hold up, what is it you’re looking so anxious about now?” “I’m just worried I’m gonna mess this up. I’m gonna do something he doesn’t like, and he’ll hear about it and he won’t stay.” “Do you … Continue reading
“… And he was so harsh.” “People always say mean things when they’re fighting. That’s normal.” “I don’t. And I want someone who’s more compassionate, even when he’s angry. You know, so he would still walk me to my car, … Continue reading