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We are the same

Because I am one too. You are covert, I am not. What attracts you is what terrifies you. We feed each other precisely what we desire, and can cut each other down to zero. We get hurt and vow to walk away, then heal rapidly and dream of a different future where we're in each others' arms. We fear each other yet desire each other just as badly. I am a different version of just like you. Two narcissists, an unspoken understanding. So tempting, yet so dangerous. I am repulsed by you and know you want me, both to have my lovebombing and to make me feel your rage because I choose to remind you of your secret shame. We took different paths to get where we are, but we're both there. You know it.

Scary thugs

I see them every week, a cluster of thugs. Menacing, unfriendly and deliberately intimidating. They take over a cluster of chairs around the same time in Yaletown at the Urban Fare like a gang of bullies. Muscled up, tattooed. Friendliness is shot down. Yes, I'm talking about you, VPD. I don't feel safe seeing these particular ones congregate. My gut tells me this pack hanging out there is bad news. They're not like other police. They cast a dark vibe.

I wish

That when a company passes you over for a job, they told you something more than "We're going in a different direction"

Pot calling the kettle black

For all the right wingers yelling that collusion is a hoax and people should respect the president. Where were you when Trump kept yelling about Obama's Birth Certificate? Or all 10, count em, 10 of the Benghazi Hearings that went no where? Seems you all forget how you acted for 10 years.


Not taking a few seconds to respond to someone's text can sometimes be very detrimental. It hurts when you feel lonely and your friends don't reply. Someone I know killed himself and I think part of the reason was that he felt alone. Please. Reach out and reply.

Bad Drivers

I've started a new game, when I'm walking around and someone doesn't pay attention to the stop sign or red light in order to make that right turn I give the car a bit of a kick. I know I shouldn't be doing it, but then again you should be coming to a stop and looking where you're going. Hopefully this scares you into being more careful since you think you hit someone.

Hiatus but for how long?

I’m pretty much done with dating. It’s gotten way too expensive that I’m broke. I treated so many girls out to fancy dinner and drinks here there that it’s so hard to keep count of all the money I spent and lost. I haven’t even met the right person yet and am so fed up of going broke over all because of one disappointment after another. Coffee dates are much more simpler, but I need to take a break from dating for six months, maybe a year or perhaps the rest of my life. I’m beginning to just appreciate my single life the way it is and should I never find my soulmate, then so be it. Amen.

Spotless Mind

It's been about a year since he suddenly left me. And I'm not doing well. I wish lobotomies were still a thing.

I think...

I've hit a cross road.... too much has happened to me and I've become bitter about life, I feel like I'm too beaten down to go on, so I need to make a choice, it's either end it now or get proper construction training,move far away and devote my life to building homes for those in need.... I guess I'll choose the latter and try to make a difference before I go, maybe make up for the bitterness


Ice Col Dreams

You waiting in line at matchstick Chinatown then crossing the street in shades, me post boxing...

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