A Collection/Memoria/Excuse.

I have come to a realization in the past few months. I'm not OK. For all the grandiose, bombastic nature of my personality. Deep down I cannot stand the thought of myself. Hating everything and everyone I touch bears a significant burden on my psych. I wish I was like everyone else, not in narcissistic or special snowflake way. In the kind of move on and learn to enjoy and love myself. Love. That is a feeling I have scarcely felt in my life I probably count on one hand the instances in which I was truly in love. If I'm honest, really honest. I miss that feeling. Not in a, "I need a fix" kind of way, the kind of "I want that feeling every day." But sadly those who I love I hurt. And the last person I loved I treated so badly I imagine she hates the thought of me. And I wouldn't blame her. This mainly is a plea. A plea to understand why I cannot feel that way again. A beg, a whimper, a servitude. This entire post was written in silence. About one girl. And she knows who she is. If she is reading this, of which I highly doubt. It is a selfish request. But the last time I felt good about myself I was talking to you. I have made myself vulnerable. I have made myself weak. Hiding behind aforementioned personality traits. I am tired of it. I can't ask for forgiveness. But I'll be dammed if I don't beg for it.

Home is where the heart is. #remember #Copenhagen #bar7 #love #family #bartender

Got to live how liberal Denmark is. Problem with boobs in advertising; I have literally no idea what she is supposed to be selling? #Copenhagen #billboards #ad

Niels why you so sexy? #Copenhagen #bartender #love

The Bar 7 crew. #Copenhagen #bartender #bar7

So Danish people actually love Netto it seems... live and you learn. #netto

#priorities

DaquWray #cocktails #bartbarten #Copenhagen

Fuck my life #bartender