Jan 22, 2016
All I want is to go back home with my fiancé and stay in her arms for a while and kiss her.
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All I want is to go back home with my fiancé and stay in her arms for a while and kiss her.
I thought a funny and stupid quote today while I had this conversation that shouldn't have provoked a line like this but, it feel true. "You will always be my Marla Singer but I promise to never be your Tyler Durden." Yeah, I know. It's perfect.
Someone named William.
Late retrospection always finds what I have been lacking and what I need the most. Just yesterday I got questioned about books by some new work mate and after breaking out some thought about my moment of speech I realized how much I needed to alleviate that outpouring flow of words (not even lots of words). It feels as if I have been miserably shaken aside from that important part of myself and suddenly my words and phrases break out without a confidence that only seems to stand firm with alcohol. Sad, I know. How shallow has become the ground I step in or how fumble has become my stomp in remarks of the confidence I have saddens me. Small talk kills me; I prefer not talking at all. Is it that hard to understand, accept and honour it? If I step back How did I find collaboration as a mean for introspection is the first question I need to answer in order to regain that lost confidence. April wasn't my month. April is never my month.
Someone named William.
Family sundays with movies and cooking are the best. That and some ice cream make life way better.
Hungover sundaus are quite eventful. Last night I was playing "ponte pedo", which is a great way to get drunk altogether with your friends and there was this girl who decided to kill me (in drinks). Never before I had hiccups due to alcohol. It was fucking fun and it is worth every minute of this infinite headache.
Suit your imagination.
Someone named William.
What is "that" which binds me to the place I am now? What is it and where exactly is "this" place?
Someone named William.