Few days ago I`ve read a stupid joke: “When a workaholic gets drunk he texts his ex-employers”.
Could be fun.
But I did the same. And I wasn`t even drunk. That annoyes me. No. That pisses me off.
I texted to my ex-boss that I miss the job.
Why the hell do I do this…?
The sunset is a daily disappearance of the sun below the horizon. The Setting of the sun. In Russian we also use this word – Setting.
Turkish people say “güneş batar” which means that the sun goes under….Under the water. The sun dives into the sea.
What a great metaphor. Isn’t it?
No… Please. Don`t do it.
Please don`t send me your messages anymore. Never. Just don`t do it.
Just don`t ruin my life again. Just don`t tear my world apart again. It takes too long to recover, it takes too long to become sober. It takes too long to forget…and then you send your goddamned messages again.
I hate your messages even though they make me smile.I hate your messages even though I find your sense of humor the best one in the world. I hate all the great moments we shared. Coz they don`t make me happy anymore… they just make my eyes wet. Coz there is nothing but your messages anymore.
I hate your messages even though I melt deep inside…I hate your messages for touching my unhealed wounds.
I hate you for popping up into my life when I barely feel alive…
I hate it when I forget the world while sending my reply to you.
I hate it when your reply is damn too short.
I hate it when I stare at the ceiling in the middle of the night waiting for your reply.
I hate it when there`s no reply from you.
And I hate myself for being so stupid to believe there`s a little hope that one day you`ll knock at my door.
Just like I did.
Being lonely is having no plans for weekend.
Being lonely is having one toothbrush in your bathroom.
Being lonely is working hard and working late…coz you have nowhere to go after.
Being lonely is buing small bottle of milk because the big ones always goes sour before you drink it.
Being lonely is earning good money and having nobody to spend it with (on).Read More »
Last weekend I went to wedding banquet.
That was quite fancy celebration: lovely music, beautiful decorations… The restaurant was completely packed with hundred of people whom I haven’t met before.
I don’t really love big celebrations (I even hate an idea of wearing high heeled shoes).
I sipped some red wine and headed to the patio to get a breath of fresh air. Couple minutes later a man came up to me with a cigarrete in his mouth and began a conversation. Hmmm… Literally, he began a Monologue.Read More »