is that all he can come up with?

I am not punishing you anymore.

I am not invading your dreams.

I am not sending our unborn daughter to your house to pick up my things.

I am not dealing with you anymore.

I am not accepting to be your one and only love, your ultimate woman.

I am giving the reins to...

Sssh. That's a secret.

All you have to do is to stop. Don't follow me.

Stop asking questions to her.

She suffered enough to show the undefiled as promiscuous.

Stop following this blog, the other one and the magazine.

Nick has suffered enough, too...To get you out of my way.

It seems to be my job so I am writing this letter to "you". I will publish it everywhere so that you make sure it is directed to you.

Although, I know you would "know".

You will recall the way I talk to you.

I am not furious, not even angry at you.

I took back what belonged to me.

I am not afraid of "love" anymore.

I do not care.

I washed you away last night.

Everything, which was ours once, is back to the mother nature.

There's gotta be a sacrifice, you said.

I sacrificed a virgin and

she enjoyed it.

Dark. Room.

Today: 4 hours and 24 minutes
Photos: Black and white.
Woman: Very beautiful indeed.

No man figure could be that pleasant.

paradox

Insomnia is my tether yet I have no one to run to.

Starting with an old question on my mind...

Tell me why it is that women invariably pull the same kind of men to them? The one that will taste them, eat them, swallow them and then spit them out.