Small Things

Had a shit night last night. Woke up at 00:30 all sweated from a dream that doesnt make any sense to me. The funny thing about this is that i dont dream. Or i dont remember any time that i dream. Woke up with the words “Was the shag good? Was it worth it?”. The

Past, past ,past

Why am i so stuck to the past? When i was 4 years old (at least as i remember), my parents got divorced. My dad, that was supposed to pick me on the weekend and spend the day with me, cancelled for 3 times in a row and vanished from the map… Then when i