Are all men assholes?

“I wish I was there to keep you warm.. I'll do more than keep you warm..”

I wish you meant more than just you want to get into my pants.

Are all men asshole?

You have a girlfriend of 5 long years, a girlfriend who's already shopping for a wedding band. A girlfriend whom, just an hour before you said those words to me, you were reminiscing of to my best friend. Of how the two of you had fun in Paris. Of how you missed taking her on trips with you.

Why do all men appear so sweet in front of you when behind all those sugary words and charming smiles, lurk assholes who just want to get into your pants?

1/4

I'm officially a quarter of a century old.

I have moved on to the next age box.

I can no longer say I'm in my early twenties.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

How could an angel break my heart?

I heard he sang a lullaby
I heard he sang it from his heart
When I found out, I thought I would die
Because the lullaby was mine
I heard he sealed it with a kiss
He jelly kissed her cherry lips
I found it so hard to believe
Because his kiss belonged to me

How could an angel break my heart?
Why didn't he catch my falling stars?
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wished that love apart
How could an angel break my heart?

I heard her face was white as rain
Soft as the rose that blooms in May
He keeps her picture in a frame
And when he sleeps he calls her name
I wonder if she makes him smile
The way he used to smile at me
I hope she doesn't make him laugh
Because his laugh belongs to me

How could an angel break my heart?
Why didn't he catch my falling stars?
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Baby I wish that love apart
How could an angel break my heart?

Oh, my soul is dying, it's crying
I'm trying to understand
Please help me
How could an angel break my heart?
Why didn't he catch my falling stars?
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wished that love apart
How could an angel break my heart?

That was the song my heart sang for almost 2 whole years.

I realise today that that song has been dead for quite a while now.

You are dead to me.

I may not have it all, but it's close enough

I sit at my bay window. I puff at my ciggie. I look down at the passing traffic – cars, cabs, busses with their fog lights on. I see people walking by, wrapped up in bubble jacket, totting umbrellas. I look over at the public swimming pool – it's empty, the pool drained out. I see buildings enveloped in fog. I see the green green hill, top covered in white white fog. I watch the drizzling rain. And was that snow I see? The slightest little droplets of white floating around, teased by the cold cold wind. No, it can't be snow. But I'd like to think it is. I smile as I feel the icy cold breeze against my face. I smile watching my breath vaporise. I feel like a little girl, watching her first winter. I take a look around my flat. I'm in love.

It's not snow but it's close enough.

I don't have it all, but it's close enough.

*smiles*