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'I can't believe it,' my mind thought as I saw the last person walk out of the office on 30th December. I'm sitting alone facing my...

I feel nothing. After all the trials and tribulations, this overdue longing after all the sad songs and double-sided stories after all...

how is it that after you've given me so much, I'm still such an unhappy person? I think about today, and the deluge of tomorrows, the...

The last post here had been somewhere in the late aughts of February, which on paper is a mere 6 months if anyone is counting. In...

In my IKEA 2x2 pigeonholes are the remnants of my revel in the hippy life: my paraphernalia of indie magazines. On the bottom left cuppy...

Cogitations on why this faggot left online dating/hookups. Could be a dissertation too.

We were both breathless, dizzy with daze with what just happened, faces barely an inch away from each other, fishing thoughts in our...

I know adding soundtracks to blogs are by now a fondly recalled memory-even blogging itself a distant past- but I think the song, or the...

It was about 4 in the morning and I was in my Grab when the last ounce of alcohol lost its ability to inhibit me and I got the time to...

The nature of human living comfortably dictates that our shopping list of things to complain about will never find its end, like a...