I'm sorry Posted by B.N.A on 03:34 15 comments

For once in my life I thought I found the recipe for happiness. For once I thought I couldn't get any happier, and I was right since no matter how hard I tried afterward I failed.

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Disgraced... Posted by B.N.A on 04:39 7 comments

      

          It was not my first time getting into that vast crowded space, everything seemed so familiar, but this time with a small yet awkward twist.

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My one and Only Posted by B.N.A on 03:25 13 comments

      

          “I thought love was only true in fairy tales” that was my case, unfortunately I am infected.

Yes, I used the term infected because I feel weak, bruised, tortured, my defenses are low, my brain gets goofy every time that long straight lined skirt of hers passes next to me.

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Free fall : past midnight confessions Posted by B.N.A on 10:49 No comments

If I ever say :”Don’t panic, I know this like the back of my hand”
You better panic: I don’t know the back of my hand, to be honest I don’t even know who I am after this time I spent living by myself.

      Me and the real me are like two neighbors that occasionally exchange greetings in an elevator, take advantage of those shared few minutes to see something new every single time, something they missed or passed by last time they were together in this metallic cubical. Therefore, I don’t know how much time would it take me to get to know me, to get on my good side, and to finally be able to understand and live with me.

      The last two weeks I spent saw him (him is referring to the real me) weak, as weak as a human being can be: emotionally, physically, mentally you name it, he was to be seen through. Couldn’t hide his anger, his frustration or his fear it was like others could read right through his mind and anticipate his words, moves and gestures. I felt pity for him

He had to have a confident, someone that would voluntarily listen to him while having his back. But I kind of accidentally overheard a phone call of him where he was shouting something about his best friend being an ass lately, so I guess farewell for the support system idea.

I was use to seeing him every morning out for a jog and then, back on time for breakfast (God I loved the Italian coffee smell that reeked out of his apartment), before going to college leaving the elevator with a musky cent of the 2011 Carolina Herrera fragrance or the Sport version of Channel’s Allure. But not anymore, I heard that he can barely make it out of his bed lately, giving up his usual morning shower and wearing whatever was in his reach. Even after 9 hours of sleep he woke up like a zombie thinking about nothing else than his next encounter with that fluffy cold pillow of his.

Don't forget to check my new article : "My one an Only" <3

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