No title for today.

A friend of mine says that death is the worst thing that could happen to you.
I'm starting to think that my second self is the worst thing that could happen to me.
I will be more than gratful if i could just get rid of me. NOW.

Death is the best thing that could happen to the parts that i hide.

Release me now.

We only make out when the lights are On.

I got your ID in my bag and when the phone does not ring I die a little inside.

We will have a big yard and a white dog. We will only pay for electricity, movies and drink tea all day long.

The only thing that will stay the same is the way we kiss.

See? I'm ready now. Let's do it.

Reminder

I would like to inform you that I'm on my desk, trying to work, crying a bit, and wishing you could be downstairs right now, take me to the movies and buy me some bonbons.

Love always made me sad but you help me breathe.

Sunday Night.

You and me on our favorite bar. Doors closed. Too crowded.
You, touching my waist.
Me, kissing your lips.
About 5 minutes ago I saw a guy standing across and fucking staring so much.
I didn't mind really. We were kissing a lot and I couldn't care less.
I went to the bathroom and I could feel someone following me. 
He came too close repeating something I couldn't hear.
- What?

- Does your father know you're out?

FACT.

About a year ago my dad from 03.00 to 04.00 am was watching porn.
Every night.
I know it because at the exact same time I was returning to my house.
Every night.
We didn't bother each other.
We just left our lifes slip from our hands.
It happens sometimes.
This happened to us as well.
Every night.

P.S I HATE YOU A.

For the first time in my life we got heating in our house and that was the time i start becoming spoiled.

Drinking before 8 p.m, not answering my phone, start making plans for me, me, me and not us anymore.

I got lost, I admit it.

Not for the first time, I admit it.

But I love my daily routine, I admit it!

My present to you.

The room smelled like sex.

Me in work,

You somewhere else.

The days are passing and

The room still smells like sex.