Lifentasy

She threw her purse on the floor and took her clothes off. There were no curtains in her apartment but she lived on the 35 th floor no one could see her anyway. The lights were off but the city was awake as it always is, this city never sleeps; the noise and the lights from the outside created a scene taken directly out of a movie. She took a bath so hot you’d think someone is being boiled in the bathtub; she hated hot water but she loved torturing herself, it made her life more… interesting. She quickly wiped herself off and -still naked walked towards the fridge. She took out a half empty bottle of red wine and a glass; then went and sat on the bare marble floor right in front of her window. She poured some wine in the glass and drank it as if it was a shot; then threw the glass against the wall on her right. “I don’t need you anyway.” She kept wondering how easily would the glass windows shatter if something went through them. She stared at her reflection. “What do you want f...

Stop crying about the dude who cheated on you, stop waiting for that asshole to text you back 4 days after you texted him, stop drinking to forget about the friend who betrayed you 2 years ago, don’t let failure get in your way or fear conquer your dreams, a test failed doesn’t make you a loser, the loss of a job doesn’t determine how successful your future will be and your past is n o t who you are. Stop holding onto all these things that weigh you down. By keep replaying your past in your mind, you’ll have no brain left to improve your future. Know what’s happened to you, learn from it but move on. I once read that sometimes holding onto something could be more painful than letting go of it, so let go of it . I’m not asking you to change who you are or give up on anything too soon; I’m asking you to take a step back, write down all the things that are making you anxious, sad, scared or stressed, decide which ones belong to your past and separate them from what truly matter...

Disclaimer: I wrote this a few weeks ago and I was planning on publishing it earlier but something happened during this period of time and I wasn't certain if I still wanted to post it but I decided to do it anyway in case it touches anyone.  I still notice it when I read your name in my notifications, I’ll stop scrolling and process that pic you just posted, I’ll read the caption, pay attention, I still wanna know what is going on in your life even if I’m no longer part of it. Some nights I think of the ones we spent together, some days I’d see something while walking down town and think of you. Sometimes someone would send me a message and it’d hit me how much I’ve missed reading messages from you. There are still moments after all this time when I’d still hope that call was you instead of anyone else. There are still nights I need to talk to you, to tell you what is going on in my life and how it’s changed since we last spoke. There are still days I just wanna text you ...

3 cocktails and 4 hours later she was back home. Kinda drunk, kinda sober, kinda high. Kind of lonely. She starred outside the window while taking a deep breath. The room was quiet. Everyone was asleep, everything was in perfect balance. Nothing unusual, everything was in place but inside her brain there was chaos, thoughts mixed in with margaritas and the hum of the music that was playing at the bar. She was feeling a little dizzy but very emotional. Not sure why, not ever sure why being alone made her feel sad but comfortable all at the same time. Maybe cause she knew, deep down low she was aware, she’s never alone not then nor the day after nor ever. Every single night of her life, every single one, there was the moon, sometimes hidden behind clouds and others behind mountains or buildings, visible or not, whole or half, it was always there, the moon among the brightest and weakest of stars. Always in perfect balance with the galaxy, always watching and listening, never judging...

(click on the different colored words to open an article related to that) I was packing up my stuff when it suddenly hit me, I’m actually moving, I’m leaving this house, this place, it’s done, I’m done. Although I’m moving like 15 minutes away from where I’m currently living, it’s a change, a major one, one I hated last year when it was initially supposed to happen, but love right now. June ’11, 4 months after my mum died after suffering for about 1,5 year from a very rare form of lung cancer, I moved here, I hated it so much, I didn’t know anyone, I had never lived in a village before and though it was part of the second biggest city in Greece it still wasn’t a town, it was a small village. I experienced the greatest form of pain here, D E S P E R A T I O N; this, in my opinion is the worst emotion anyone can feel. The aftermath of my mother’s loss was way more damaging than I could’ve ever imagined, I needed her, I went through puberty all by myself, I got my first hear...

-to my ex best friend,  who I’ll never forget. Thank You. For making me believe someone besides my relatives, could truly love me. For making me feel like I matter, like you’ll be there for me when the rest leave. For all the memories and the times you were there for me. For picking me up when I was falling. For the illusion you created in my head of the ideal friend. For the endless conversations, the lessons, the fights, the disagreements, for all the night-long messages during the period of finals. Thank you for leaving me, it taught me a life lesson and then for coming back to apologize. With my entire heart I wish you had never returned but after all it was my fault taking you back. Anyway, thank you. Forgive Me. For loving you too much. I mean it, I got attached in a way I still can’t understand. I came too close to you, at some point you could’ve been suffocating. It was all pure, I just tend to do this to the people that know my deepest secrets and...

Let's face we've all at some point in our lives -whether you're 16 or 60- fallen in love with someone so hard that it seemed impossible for us to move on, forget that person, stop having feelings for them, stop wanting or loving them and overall get completely over them. It may has happened to you just once, maybe twice or this may be happening to you every single time you fall in love with someone new. For me it has so far happened twice but I'm way too young to know love -only 18- although I feel the need to share my feelings & opinion on such an important and widely known subject such as the disability to move on aka get over someone. Whether it was "love at the first sight" or "why do I even like you?!" type of crush the result is one: you can't stop having feelings for them or forget about them or you call it. It's not really what exactly you feel and shouldn't be feeling it's why you feel like that, why yo...