Love/Hate

How can one love and hate their Phone so much at the same time…

Time

The words: 'I need more time' never sounded like: 'I'm scared shitless' as much as they do now that I've uttered them to you...

Forgive me.

X.

Easy come and easy go...

I’m pretty sure that if I sat back and blamed you for what I went through, the majority of the world population would agree with me that it was in fact your fault.

Luckily, I don’t blame you because well, I was there in full consciousness(most of the time). Sure my judgement was clouded by emotions and feelings and what not, but I’ve chosen to blame myself as much as I blame you.

You were one of the very few people lucky enough to have me open up to them, especially in a very short amount of time. I felt at home with you.

Despite anything we ever might have seemed like or anything we might or might not have been at a certain point in time, one thing was for sure, I trusted you, and felt at home with you, and loved you at least as a very good friend.
You got closer than anybody else would have gotten in such a short amount of time.

Now when I look at pictures of us two, taken not to long ago even, I feel sadness. Not because we’re not what we at one time might or might not have seemed like or might have been , but because now when I look at those pictures, I feel like I’ve lost a friend.

Our friendship, of which I’m sure it was there the entire time, has been reduced to you saying your busy, and making small talk with me at parties. And the swiftness with which you came close to me and became my friend is only exceeded by the swiftness with which you moved away again…

And that hurts, and it sucks, and honestly…I just plain miss you.

Ass face!

Pretentious?

Maybe...

Yes it was you who decided to create bj’s

Yes it was you who knew everybody before they knew themselves

It was also you who figured out that bacteria cause disease and infection

And yes it was you who gave all of us life, light, love and purpose.

You basically came up with everything…

So please, your amazingness …please guide us helpless and unknowing sheep to the wonderful world of you. In which you have the answer to everything, everyone needs to be judged by you and everything is only right if it’s going exactly your way…

Pretentious?? Well, uhm, I don't know...

A new sense of power

the reason men always seem to want more

I’m in charge. I’m in control, I have the power.
There’s no me waiting to see what you’ll do. Because I know I’m in charge, I call the shots.

It’s a new tingly and thrilling sensation like I hardly ever felt before. It’s not a crush or love, I think...or is it? Whatever it is, the power is mine.
The feeling that in a way, I own you. That you wait for me, and not the other way around.
I love the feeling I do. But it scares me immensely.

I know I could crush you, but I really don’t want to, I really don’t.

However this sense of power does feel good…and it’s consuming.

I now understand not the why, but the how it came to be that men with power always seem to want more…