I asked him if he ever loved me. 

What a strange question, he said. Please indulge me, I insisted. I am. You what? I love you. It doesn't stop just because we can't be together. Awwww. Wish you could've said that four years ago - it would've spared me from a lot of breakdowns and shitty decisions! Shitty decisions are important too. You…

September Issues

I’ve never met David Bowie, but he once said aging is an extraordinary process whereby you become the person you always should have been. My stomach twirls every time I think of all the times I’ve hidden under heavy masks of conformity to toe the line the social groups I’ve aim for expected me to.…

The Cheesiest Kiss

A few weeks ago, around 2:00 am, on the way from one bar to another, I stopped on the side of the street to talk to some strangers that seem like nice people. What are you guys doing tonight? Among them, there was one boy that wasn't scared of me. Well, he was quite drunk,…

Boy Meets Writer Girl

The boy loved her writings and wanted to know about who she really is. He wrote her a letter, introduced himself and started being e-friends. For a very long time, they only texted each other online. The beginning was promising: lots of flirting, excitement to get a text, curiosity, and many missing pieces in the…

Date Someone Who Will Break Your Heart

You should date someone who treats you like shit and eventually makes you feel the shittiest you’ve ever been.    No, I am not sarcastic. We are all scared. Scared of being rejected, scared of being lied to, cheated on and hurt in ways we could only imagine. Mostly because we’ve seen it in the…

Is the Season to Be Rejected

After opening up about my current emotional level, my psychiatrist concluded: "Oh, that’s sad!" “Well, why do you think I am here (bitch)?! I asked her rhetorically and politely leaving the last word out. The whole psychiatrist session lasted about fifteen minutes including the hello’s and “best of luck” wishes. She basically fired me by…

killer way (not) to kill a crush

I couldn’t move. We were standing in the middle of that one place that I always fantasize to “trash” with an extreme desire and passion for the human love. It wasn't the elevator. I don't think we were hugging but our bodies were placed tight one onto the other and it felt like two halves put…