I'm back, sadder and lonelier.

So, yeah, I decided to get back on the writing train. Got myself a single room so I could get more focus on myself, so I could feel the loneliness aching my bones, the reality hitting me. I talked to a friend today, somebody I consider by now a really good friend. I was really hurting, suffering from a person that left my side. Somebody I got too attached, somebody whom I fell "in love" too fast, if love is a true thing. Well, anyhow, what he told me is that I'm not going to be a one girl person, I have too much passion to give, that I have to accept it, I can't change it. I just have to accept it and endure it. He said that I just can't change who I am, that there is a lot of passion in me, I think finally somebody got me. Not trying to be cocky and saying I'm such a passionate person but just looking at myself at the mirror right now makes me realize I am.


So, update? I'm in Lao, was travelling with another dutch girl that just kinda broke me a little bit, it always happens, I'll get back, you guys know how I am. I got a broken collarbone by the way, it'll either fix itself or I'll fix it later. Got a bunch of suicidal thoughts in my head the other day and that's something I discussed with my friend today as well. Pretty much he made me realize that I'm not the crazy one, my mind is. You should think: "but you're your mind", I thought the same thing when he told me but no, the part of my mind that thinks about killing myself, about failure, about being a jerk, an asshole; it's completely a different part than the one that I'm using whilst writing all this. Is the scary part, is the part that I'm alone with mostly at nights, that's why I normally need the heat of a woman at night. I don't want girls for sex, yeah, that's what I tell myself, I want a hot chick to bang her, but no, not really, I want a girl for the company because I'm scared to be alone. What happens when I'm alone? Inspiration comes through, suicidal thoughts become harder and stronger than ever and that's when I get to know myself.

Sometimes I wish I was a better person, sometimes I'm told I'm an amazing person but I just can't believe it. Some people just know me for like 1 day and say I am an amazing person, but they don't know the whole background. Gets me thinking, do you need to know the whole background on somebody so you can judge them or do you just judge somebody on the present? Does anybody even care about the actions of my past or they just mind the actions of my present/near future?

I don't like the William I am becoming sometimes and I would like to just wipe him out.

Still, always remember, carpe the fucking diem. A

As long as I live, I will make you all remember me.

I hate my life.

I  hate  women.  Yeah,  I  totally  do,  they’re  totally  bitches,  they  brainwash  me  all  the  time.  All  my  problems  relate  to  them.  The  only  nice  women  in  my  life  have  been  my  mom  and  my  grandma  and  still  my  grandma’s  love  always  felt  conditional.  I  mean,  if  you  fucking  love  somebody  isn’t  it  supposed  to  be  unconditional?    And  then  after  you  pour  all  your  fucking  heart  out  all  you  get  in  response  is:  I  need  some  space.  Really?  Fucking  A.  Seriously?  The  worst  part  is  that  I  know  there  are  feelings  underneath  that  thick  skin.  Underneath  that  cold  ass  heart.  And  she’s  just  afraid  on  showing  them  off.  Why  is  it  so  hard  for  some  people  to  open  up?    Or  wait,  here’s  the  worse:  why  some  people  have  to  follow  what  society  mandates  them?  Like,  yeah  go  marry  a  guy  that’s  doing  great  with  his  life  right  now.  Doesn’t  matter  if  you  like  him  or  not.  Doesn’t  matter  if  he  treats  you  like  a  gentleman  or  not.    He’s  got  money  right?  That  should  solve  all  the  problems  right?  I  fucking  hate  this  society,  I  fucking  hate  the  world  we’re  living  in  right  now.  Her  mother  not  appreciating  somebody  for  how  he  treats  her  but  instead  of  what  he  has  to  offer.  I  agree  with  having  to  offer  a  good  life  to  somebody  but  at  the  same  time,  having  the  ambition  to  do  it  does  it  count?  If  I  haven’t  had  the  chances  to  do  it  but  still  want  to,  does  it  fucking  count?    I  HATE  MY  LIFE.  But  at  the  same  time  I  love  it.  Everyday  is  a  fucking  struggle.  I  love  this  girl.  I  will  do  anything  I  can  for  her.  And  I  will.  I  will  show  her  that.  I  will  kick  ass  for  her.  I  could  probably  find  somebody  like  her.  Maybe  better….  I  don’t  think  so.  Not  better  for  me.  Do  I  want  somebody  else?  Not  really.  I  want  her.  I  want  every  inch  of  her  body.  Her  lips.  Her  face.  Her  body.  Her  attitude.  Yeah  it’s  a  bitchy  ass  one  but  I  still  love  her  with  every  inch  of  my  body.    How  the  fuck  do  you  get  over  somebody  like  this?  Can  you?  If  her  and  me  don’t  work  in  the  end  will  I  ever  get  over  her?  I  don’t  want  to.  I’m  fucking  24  years  old  and  I’m  crazy  about  a  23-‐year-‐old  nurse.  It  should  be  the  other  way.  It  totally  should  be  the  other  way.  But  it’s  not,  who  defines  what  is  each  way  or  another in this life?

Are we ever meant to be happy and so... what's happiness?

Can you fix somebody?

So, here I am. Texas. Fort Worth to be exact. I like it, I love the city. I was supposed to be in College Station but oh well, shit happens right? That's what they say right? Well, how much fucking shit can happen to you? I don't know but I've been getting a lot lately. I'm glad is just like a phrase because if not I would be disgusting by now.

So, here it goes. My girlfriend or ex-girlfriend, I don't even know anymore. We drive from NC to TX, and like I said in my last post it was an awesome roadtrip. I fell in love more and more every minute we spent together. She's the worst co-pilot ever by the way. But alright, I get down here, I was supposed to stay with my cousin in Dallas and then we got in a fight so I ended up with my other cousin in Fort Worth and well, it is what it is but I actually like the place a lot. Not his place, well his place is cool but is a one bedroom apartment so I'm sleeping on a small ass couch. So, well the VA department fucked me over and my school benefits haven't been delivered to the school, so unless somebody can spare a bunch of cash I can't start there right now so I decided to stay here in Fort Worth for a little bit. Well, that happened, then my girlfriend or ex or whatever, yeah she, decided finally that a long distance relationship wasn't going to work. Should've seen that coming but my stupid head was too blinded by love. I still love her to dead, is there something wrong with me? Where's the guy that was an asshole and could get over anybody easy as fuck. Well, karma is a bitch right? Payback. But it could be worse, I could be fat, bald and ugly. And I got a $5 check in the mail, at least I got that going on for me. I applied to a couple jobs around here, so I'm not a broke college student.

I don't know what to type anymore, I don't even know if you guys really read this or just scroll through.

Well fuck it, also, I started seeing a psychologist today, she said I was a hot mess and that she was going to fix me and then that got me thinking: "CAN I BE FUCKING FIXED?"

Also, what do you guys think about conditional and unconditional love? Are people too selfish these days?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Another common day. At least for me.

Well, I just started this, always thought about opening a blog but I guess I never really had the balls, or time pretty much to do it. I was born outside this country, I'm white, brown hair, 5'10' and in good shape (I just separated the military so that comes with it), and I'm currently stranded in North Carolina, well, in Fayetteville to be exact, cuz I would love to be stranded anywhere else in North Carolina. This is probably one of the worst towns I've ever been in my life, and trust me, I've been all over the place.

I just met the most awesome girl I've met in my life, well in my short life I guess, I'm 24 by the way, but I don't know, I love her, at least that's what I keep telling myself, she makes me the happiest guy everyday or I think I am the happiest guy ever? See? So many questions, so few answers. That's my life story, always questioning everything, why this, why that? Why can't life be a lot more simple, just be happy, that's all I want, do I?

What did I do today? I woke up early, as usual, because the light on her room wakes me up and it's hard for me to sleep with sunshine in my eyes, so first thing I did was tried to cuddle her or well, lets be honest, tried to get her in the mood for morning sex, and as usual, didn't work, she just doesn't like morning sex, I don't understand why, who doesn't likes morning sex? Or maybe I like it too much?


I'M JUST ANOTHER WEIRD GUY.

AM I?....