Hell Here

This country is going to the dogs as we speak. Get me the hell out of here.

Out with the Anger

It's gone. I'm over. And about time too.

I found a reason to be happy again and her name was the secret to it all along. 

Unsocial Media

Funny how in spite of all the new means of social media, I end up back here. I'm glad this corner of the web has been forgotten. It's the only place I can say something out loud, without really being heard.

Some things you just have to let out, even if there's no one to hear. A self pat-on-the-back, self-hickey; whatever you choose to call it. It's uncorking a bottle of champagne in an empty room. Even if it's drinks for one, there's still something satisfying about that "pop".

So here I raise my glass to me. You fussy, fickle fool! Having lived, loved, lost and still lusting for life after it all. Damn you, hope, for being so stubborn. To hell with morals, half the world has already lost it anyway. Fuck plans. It always works out better in the absence of them. And may all my enemies go to hell.

Not Today

I'll admit, the past couple of months have really made me question my own life's worth. If there's even a point in continuing.

I've been reckless and have tempted fate a little too often.

And it seems like Death has been listening rather intently

I thank whatever angels are still watching over me. I'll be more careful, I promise.

And to the reaper, I have just this to say:

“There is only one god and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: 'Not today.'”