Browsing All posts tagged under »Sad«

Black Monday: A Story of My Life

July 25, 2017

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It comes as no surprise that today ended the way it did: with me fucking up. Although it’s more than likely just coincidence, somehow today’s date is almost like a Friday the 13th to me. You see, July 24th has a few significant meanings. First, and least importantly, it’s the day the registration for my […]

Dear Hannah

May 16, 2017

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I know how you felt. I know the loneliness that you described like the back of my hand; the pain, the emptiness. And it makes me sad that no one was there for you. It makes me sad that so many people in your life had failed you. I like to think that if I […]

For Eternity

April 7, 2017

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I finally found what to say, To you, my confidant; always receiving my feelings, my thoughts, my troubles. I’m alone; in heart, in spirit, in mind. She didn’t want me, like they always don’t. Friendship is enough, for them, but not for me. I wish I could decide, when to have a meaningful connection; when […]

Hello, 2017

January 2, 2017

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My coworker, an older, short Mexican man, walked over to the edge of the shop and asked, “Why do you look so sad? New Year depression?” I looked up at him and sort of grinned, having expected this conversation to happen. “I told you,” I said, referring to the answer I gave him earlier. “Women.” “Ah,” […]

Story of My Life (Pt. 2)

November 23, 2016

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The other night, that twenty-three year old had the balls to do something ballsy: He went to his former chick friend’s apartment to talk to her. It was a completely impulsive decision, yet it took a good amount of courage to sum up. Isn’t that something? He had to summon up the courage to talk to someone […]

Story of My Life

November 12, 2016

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There once was a twenty-three year old who felt broken. He’d felt this way plenty of times before, but this time seemed a little different. It seemed more definite. There might have been hope in the past, but now that hope had died. There was no fixing, only mending. He’s single, and has been for […]

Happy

November 17, 2014

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Testosterone and confidence intermixed. Empathy and compassion don’t exist. Opinions are facts, never question it. Cruelty is the game, Heartless is thy name. Demand and conquer is my aim. Lies and deception are the key. You’ll never know the real me. My only standards are what others see. On my own, in the mood, I […]