you never chose me...

Rynker gør at ansigtet bliver et landskab af liv

du vil altid være den drøm jeg aldrig ud levede.

jeg tror ikke jeg savner dig, men jeg savner hvordan jeg var når vi var sammen.
glad og lykkelig.
nu er jeg trist og ulykkelig. Hver evig eneste dag
og jeg drømmer mig kun tilbage til dengang hvor jeg var lykkelig med dig.
Livet har været sort siden du svigtede mig. Det er åndssvagt, jeg ved det.
Ville ønske at jeg kunne knipse med fingrene og få det til at gå væk, få det til at være som det var engang.
Jeg ville bare ønske jeg kunne være lykkelig med en anden, som du var med en anden...

det er så fucking tacky
men jeg vil altid have en helt særlig plads i mit hjerte kun til dig.

jeg troede vores kærlighed var speciel, men jeres var åbenbart mere tryg.

jeg elsker dig.
jeg elskede dig.
jeg savner dig.
jeg savnede dig.
jeg smiler.
jeg smilede.
jeg græder.
jeg græd.

"Folk der er søde og pæne, vil altid være middelmådige"
- Oliviero Toscani

I am just my daddy's son...

I feel like fucking blowing my brains out.
I had enough

It feels like the hole world of mine, is falling apart
It feels like I was born in the wrong part of the world
It feels like I never have been honest towards myself.

vi kigger på andre mennesker, men vi ser dem ikke

im dreaming about you, im fantasizing about you, how you could be kissing my entire body and it would send shock through me body.

I just wish that I had met you

I'm sitting in the chair writhing in agony. A demon a minor demon, is pinning me there, fucking with my head.
“Abraxas.”
He says...
“I'm Abraxas the demon of lies and deceit.”
“So, what do you want to know about lies my dear?”
I’m not a liar, I try again to get up, this time I’m flayed, splayed. I feel myself screaming.
“I will tell you about lies. There are white lies and black lies…and many shades of grey lies, but some lies are justified. Lies told out of kindness, lies that preserve dignity…lies that spare pain. Everyone’s a liar dear. Look at them…she is about to tell her lover something patently untrue.”
“Look at their gestures, see how they touch each other too intimately, how they avert their eyes and cover their mouths. They lick their teeth and hold their chins. They embellish their stories with far too much detail.”

jeg drømte at du døde. jeg græd, også vågned jeg, og overvejede endda at skrive til dig, men jeg lod vær.

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." — Marilyn Monroe