I knew this girl, beautiful as heroin.
I loved her like gravity. I feared her like cruelty. I desired her like Aztec gold. I miss her like oxygen, and she is gone, gone, gone. 85 more words
Every moment of every day we’re making choices. Christ. I can’t believe I just opened with that. Sorry. But it’s important to say it so I can take it further: we are making choices not only on which burger to have for lunch, but how our reality takes shape. 1,921 more words
This feels familiar: Male Empaths and Romantic Relationships with Women.
For the first time in my adult life I find myself grateful to not be in a relationship. It has become apparent through her behaviour that my ex – who, the poor thing, suffered greatly through anxiety and general being-fucking-crazy – is trying desperately to reverse our roles. 426 more words