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So yesterday I sent a message of condolences on Facebook. I'm not expecting a reply or anything in particular.  As a human being, I figu...

 I haven't written in so long that it now feels nostalgic; it brings me back to the time I would spend evenings in computer shops at a t...

I have decided it is time to begin thinking about my Plan B, the one for my farewell. There are times I feel alive, but when I experience m...

© ennui  10/2717 oslo This morning, she decided to wash her hair the old-fashioned way, with warm water running down the faucet and h...

So this morning at 3AM just a few minutes after I tucked myself in bed, I cried. It must've been the exhaustion creeping in, or maybe...

It's so unfair. She did what she could to bring her family overseas, wanting a better life for her children and just like that, her lif...

Twitter-verse Vol. 1  (2014 - 2016) I remember cold nights like this when we'd let the phone wires sop our silent intermissions. A...