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.

Smoke too much.

It's the second day that this is happening to me. Two days in a row I'm all alone here. My place used to be full of voices, voices I hated, but then again still voices.

We had the same conversation about how we met and I realised that I'm so fucking bored of you. We have nothing else to say, so why do you keep wasting my time?

How on earth I can be with you? All you ever enjoyed after all is my red lips and your full wallet.

My front door is broken and I'm officially broke. 

Just don't quit it.

I don't trust people who claim that they got over their "illness". Are you sure you did love?

You wake up one day feeling all strange. It's like nothing ever happened. It was always there, staring at you. 

You cry a little bit but come on..do it. And let me know if I was wrong. You know my number, don't you?

I know the sound of my "illness". Do you know yours?

Monday movie.

You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar!You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar!You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar! You liar!

I didn't choose you, yet! 

I'm not alone in here.

Red was the color of her hair, 

Brown was the color of his skin.

This is all, we are a pure sin but

I couldn't think of any place better than this.

This situation is not going anywhere and 

you know that I have to choose him.

And you know this will break my heart in two

but eventually i have to leave you.