Ces't La Vie

After being set free from the world of dependence and the never ending pan - handling of my weekly allowance, I now think that life was better when I was a dependent. Obviously, most of us would think that. I was more stable, I was more good at writing. I got to visit the mall, see my family every week, notice a new furniture in the house and somehow take joy in it being there.  In other words, I was certain. I was happy. I was tripping the light fantastic with my gay friend.

I am still tripping the light fantastic - but not with my gay friends or with my other “then friends”, who now turned out to be plastics, fakes or fuckers or whichever way you want to put it. I go from one place to another alone and then somehow finding someone to be with. Yeah, my life now, is a bit of a touch and go one. Then, that’s where my fear arises..

Heads or tails:

I don’t want it.