The Demon And Me

Broke. In more ways than one.

There's still something about you that I can't let go of. I fucking hate it.

I should have done more.

You're a rung on my ladder, nothing more, but I'd glad you feel the need to try and bring me down to your level with the pettiness behind my back.

One thing I really despise is people lying to my face. Done.

People make me laugh man. You do you and I'll worry about me.

Timing is everything. Maybe I just met you too soon.

I might not like myself but I still know my worth.

At the beginning of the year I made a list of goals I wanted to achieve over the course of 2016 and I've just found it again while tidying off my desk. I haven't done a single thing I'd listed and this has been the most successful year of my life. I suppose I'm ok with that.

Some stuff still stings no matter how many times it happens. I need my bed.

I was bored the other day and my wallet was in reach. Long story short; I’m going to Barcelona for my birthday.

"My face doesn't look good in that picture, delete it" The problem isn't the picture 🐸☕️