May 2012
“Inside my sadness that became my home, can I invite you in?”
– Tablo, “Home”
my past still haunts me.
Explaining your own sadness →
Explaining your own sadness to people is like trying to teach a cat how to bark. It’s damn near impossible. The only time sadness makes sense is when you’re alone: saturday night in an empty theatre, driving in the car listening to the rain pound the window, or at a desolate restaurant—table for one, please. At times it can be unbearable. We are human after all. But in time you might recognize...
Watchone day, in Paris..
“Those who are heartless once cared too much.”
– Unknown
my mind lives in the present, my heart lives in...
Most Anons: Why is your blog so sad?
Me: Well, I play happy at school, I play happy on facebook, I play happy with my family, I need somewhere to let it all out.
