I havent felt like writing a personal blog in ages, so i dont exactly know why I am doing it, maybe just this feeling of unhappiness that's just sitting on my chest and prevents me from sleeping.
Also, I havent felt like this in ages. I thought I was done with anything sentimental, and I am here crying over events that transcend my control, and maybe that's why I am crying so hard. Well I am also pmsing, but that's a different story.

I am crying because for a long time every orgasm will smell of you, and will have the same taste of loss, of uncompleteness of the first line of coke at the beginning of a long night

I am crying because you made me say it's over.

I am crying because I am behaving like a 16 year old and I am 30, and all I want rightnow is take off and never see you again.