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Some words for my ex.

Heya. It has been a while, hn? I don't hope you're doing well. I don't care how you're doing. Actually, I hope there is a small part of you who feels bad about what happened. Yeah, what happened. .... What happened, exactly? Because more than a year later, you still haven't told me. You still haven't told me that you don't want to see me anymore. That there was something wrong. That you're leaving me. Instead, you just disappeared. And treated me like a piece of garbage. I don't know what I did to you for you to treat me so badly, so meanly, but it must have been very bad. I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, because I can't see anything that justified you treating me like you did. I didn't deserve it. Anyway. I just wanted to let you know that you broke me. In thousand pieces. I still haven't figured out how to bring them all together. Not that we had the longest relationship. Not that it was the deepest. But it wa
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What am I doing with my life?

It hits me when I'm sitting in the bus, on my way to work. It hits me when I'm home, chilling on my coach on a Friday, because I'm way too tired to go out and enjoy the night. It hits me way too often for my liking. This thought. This sneaky, panicking thought. "What am I doing with my life?" I've spend pretty much all my 20s traveling the world, studying fields I love, and overall enjoying life. I moved back to my home country a couple of months ago, just before turning 30. Why? It just felt right at that moment. I wanted to be closer to my family, and to some friends. I also thought that it would be easier to find a job in a country where I don't need any visa or permit to stay. Which was the case. I did find a job. It's a pretty good job when I think about it. I make decent money for a young professional. I work with a great team. My boss is nice, and let me work in peace. Plus, I get free coffee. So, what's wrong? It's b
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