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I finally revealed your name.

And it felt amazing. At first I couldn’t realize what I had just done but it was so relieving finally revealing, possibly, my biggest secret. A little more than one month ago, I was out drinking, having fun, I was texting you at the same time; I was sitting with a bunch of people; I stood up walked over to her and just whispered your name in her ear. She was pretty shocked, I know RIGHT. The next day, I decided to ask you to never text me again. You’re quite popular; everyone thinks you’re the nicest, coolest guy. Everyone likes you; I did too, until you showed me your ugliest, shadiest side. I swear to God one day I’ll be brave enough to scream out your name and let the world know how wrong they all are. One day karma will come, find you and kick you out of your little fantasy world, full of dark secrets. Mark my fucking words. I loved you, I fucking did, believe it or not. I was worried about your mental and physical health. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted to help you. ...

Dear Mother.

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Happy Birthday mom. I miss you, it’s been 7 years and I still miss you more and more every day that goes by. I’d trade my life just to get the chance to see you and touch you for five minutes. I don’t know if you can see me or not. I don’t know if heaven and hell exist. I’m sad most days of my life. I’m numb some others. I can feel satisfaction, pleasure, sometimes even happiness. But it’s all temporary. I’m losing myself. I hurt the people I love the most. I even allow some walk all over me. I’m sorry I’m weak. I tried to come to find you, they wouldn’t let me. There are days I wake up without motivation to live another day and nights I go to sleep hoping I won’t open my eyes again. Mum, I hope you’re proud of everything I’ve achieved. I know a lot of people disapprove of the life I’ve chosen to live and the career I decided to pursue. I found a reason to live in performing; I swear I live for this. Art feeds my heart and soul; I wouldn’t wanna have it any other way. It’...

The Blue Eyed Guy. (Pt. 5: 4 years later)

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If you’ve been following my posts for years you have probably read about the “Blue Eyed Guy” I’ve written a sequel of 4 articles about my relationship with him. In case you have no idea what I’m talking about I suggest that you read these first: The Blue Eyed Guy: All Articles. All in all I hadn’t spoken to him in 2 years when he messaged me out of nowhere on New Year’s Eve; the reason why I didn’t write about this earlier is because I found no reason in doing so, but looking back on some of my previous posts I thought it’d be interesting to let you know, that it took him 2 fucking years of me paying zero attention to him and of him not seeing me in months (because I moved), to apologize for mistreating me so much and making me feel like crap.  I was so shocked when I saw his name popping out of nowhere on my Smartphone’s screen I literally screamed. The last message he had sent me was in August 2015. I’ve inserted a screenshot of what he sent me below; it’s in Greek b...

To the women who claim all men are assholes.

They’re not. Sorry to break the news for you but not every guy on earth is a dic*head. Aside from the fact that this claim makes you look stupid mainly because you can’t have possibly met every male on planet earth; it is extremely disrespectful and unfair to use the same label for every single man there is, just because the ones you’ve met treated you poorly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying all guys are nice or that there aren’t any assholes out there. I’ve met both, in fact I’ve unfortunately encountered with more “bad” than “good” ones but that doesn’t give me the right to call everyone so. He’s not an asshole because he broke up with you; in fact he’s being honest with his feelings. He’s not an asshole because he didn’t reply to your text within nanoseconds; guys can get busy, too. He’s not an asshole because he doesn’t like you; pretty self-explanatory. He’s not an asshole because he no longer has feelings for you and lets you know instead of cheating; we’r...