Letters of Naked Soul: The Truest Thing
I don’t love you, but you need to love me. I need to come and go as I wish, and you need to wait for me, wherever and whenever I is. You were put on this earth to wait for me.
Making Out in Public – Good or Bad?
Every time I make out in public in America, I feel like I am in Victorian England.
Fever
It’s 7.30 in the morning and I am trapped inside an office cubicle, across the wall from the majestic American corporate skyline.
A Story of a Song
“I Miss You.” I wrote it many years ago and somehow, it still has its own place in my heart. I was so excited about the guy! He was my perfect type. While being my perfect type, he was hurting me. He was arrogant. He was unfaithful. He was lecturing me on being square because I objected to him kissing other girls (in front of me, none the less). I remember thinking, “One day, he will understand. One day, one day, he will appreciate me and understand.”
And then I lost interest.
And then he died. Drugs.
I fully and completely forgave him. I wish him peace somewhere away from me.
A Letter of Heartbreak
Last week, you were my baby. You are now some dude. I can stop talking to you in my head.
Unlove, f*ck off
There is nothing you can do to feed them, unless you want to die. Oh, fuck off.
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