Load it

The snow touched the tip of my nose, and the wind was blowing against my ears. Not very spring-like at all. Tired of seeing traffic lights…if they were only more colourful. Driving includes accelerating, hitting the brakes and re-starting the engine. There are no significant changes in sight. And the lights should be off when Read More …

Bipolar behaviour

I don’t know who the hell I was…talking about love like that in the previous post. I must have been delirious. Now it’s time for the realistic songs…talking about mistakes and epiphanies. That’s more my cup of tea. I drove well today; even my driving instructor was impressed. I think I have my head back. Read More …

Hell to pay

Killwhitneydead. What would I do without this band? Sometimes I wonder how I would’ve dealt with the anger I feel towards the past. And sometimes I forget that it is still there. It has been numbed and kept aside. Sometimes people tend to poke it and hold it in front of my face, so I Read More …

Simon

Mum cut herself again. It’s the third time this week. It seems to happen whenever she is not cooking. It happens–it happens that you cut yourself when cutting cabbage, fruits or meats. I like watching mum cook dinner because she smiles at me, although not always. Sometimes she tells me to watch cartoons, but I Read More …

Radio

He is sitting by the bathtub, shaking like he was in the electric chair, but he is still alive. His hand is touching a Valentine’s Day card saying, “To Nick – I love you with all my heart.”. He feels sick and throws up in the toilet, wishing to choke on his own puke. *** Read More …