Little bit of this, little bit of that, little less than everything, much about absolutely nothin', wanting to be somebody, smiling to everyone and bitchin' to everybody - mix it well before drinkin'!


I’m not sad. I just feel a little empty.

It’s not that I’m depressed, I just don’t feel like being me right now.

I’m not missing her, I’m missing what I had with her. We could have never worked in the long run, and I knew it. I liked her, I liked her a lot - but I fell in love with a feeling.

I made a decision and let her go. I’ll probably never hear from her again. It would suit her way of doing things to just disappear.. I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what she will do. I’ll never see her again, never feel her touch on my skin again. I’ll never kiss her or hold her in my arms again. And that’s alright.

I’m not sad. I just feel a little empty.

Free again.

I refuse to say ”single again” or ”alone again”, makes it sound too sad.

We just didn’t work out and now we’re both free to go.