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Unrequited love is how they call it or else the love that wasn’t even given a chance. The ‘almost’ guy is the guy you’ve always liked, always wanted to date, always wondered ‘what if’, the one you’ll always expect a message from, you’ll always want to run into out of the blue, the guy you want to text after 3 cocktails and 7 shots of tequila, the guy you keep comparing to the ones you meet just cause you’ve always wanted to try being in a relationship with him or at least on a romantic date. Unrequited love haunts you, makes you wonder; makes you question your decisions and actions, the words you’ve said, the effort you put into getting to know that person. Makes you doubt yourself and, often, even your current relationships. Curiosity is in my opinion the feeling that moves the entire humanity to do whatever, if it wasn’t for that many things wouldn’t have happened both good and bad. Not knowing what the outcome would’ve been if you had gotten the chance to actually be with ...

Falling in love with your best friend feels like the most magical and confusing thing at the same time. It’s pretty scary but can also be very exciting. I personally believe there can actually be a friendship between a girl and a boy, although there’s always a thin line between friendly and romantic love that can very easily be surpassed. Whilst it is very common for someone to fall in love with their best friend, no one has come up with the perfect “solution” or “way to deal with it” to this day; since each case is different and the whole ‘friendship’ topic very conflicting. Even if it hasn’t happened to you personally to either fall for a friend or have a friend fall for you, I bet you’ve at least once in your life wondered what would happen if you and your bestie ever made out or had sex or even further were in a relationship. Okay, let’s say you’ve fallen for the person who always stands by your side, who always offers you a shoulder to cry on, who you call sis or bro witho...

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...