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The ex

The ex The crappy butterflies, the pink walls, the ugly lamps, the obnoxious painting, the broken kitchenware, the tacky cat sticker and cheesy flower pots. I hate them all. They all scream at me and tell me I’m just a guest, a passenger passing by. A temporary shadow in a place that belongs to her. The ex. She marked her territory, she’s ever present, ever there with her smug smile. Every time I bump into that lamp, I hear her laugh. That witch-like laugh you hear in the movies. That bed, those sheets and curtains. The ex knows them...

Wasted days

Personal, Thoughts

Wasted days Wasted days “Where are you going today?” I remember shrieking whenever my dad asked me this while I was growing up. This would often happen when I would spend a bit more time at home. He wanted to make sure I was living my life to the fullest, that I was getting out of the house and having impactful experiences. I had more time, healthy and energy than I will probably have again so it made sense to use that time of my life to go and devour the world, savouring all of its treasures. However, I...