the day we have everything in line and gather courage to tell ibu about the move to stockholm, the perfect job opening lands in my lap.

the plot thickens.

is there a word for that nagging feeling that you'll never know what people are honestly saying about you behind your back? there sure isnt one in english far as i know.

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ok so today in the world of self loathing while richard's away - it turns out the danish guy (who may or may not have cornered rich into turning our non exclusive relationship into a very monogamous one) who dropped by for a surprise visit in february, whisking me away for a week in sentosa, is now a married man 10 months later ( Read more... )

if it looks like i cried all night, i did. maybe i shouldnt be left to be alone when i'm not travelling. maybe its a good thing i moved in with rich, so nights like these dont have the grip on me like they always do. i thought id be over that angsty teenage phase but here i am, twenty eight. blood shot eyes. aching for a smoke or to binge and purge ( Read more... )

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i mean, writing is sacred to me. i cant bear it, the idea of penning down things about me for an audience to gawk at. my heart not just on my sleeve. but splattered all over a stranger's screen. stripped. un private. here, judge me. why would i want to give anyone that ammunition.

it's been a while since i felt my soul on fire

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do i even have dreams any more?