Month: November 2016
Despair. Reflect. Rebuild.
It’s 5:30 in the morning. I’ve been awake since 3. I’m not drunk, anymore. The girlfriend is upstairs trying to get some sleep and here I am, writing, trying –like you– to make sense of this all. Did I mention that it’s 5:30 in the fucking morning? We know what happened, we can admit that […]