It feels odd writing here again.
Moreover, writing in English -
it's been weeks since I got to open myself up properly.
Open myself up in MY own language. I missed it.
Since that weekend, I've been asking myself a lot of questions.
But this time I needed an answer. And my answer came with actions.
I am sick of the banal, cliche weekends: clouds of thick cigarette smoke, drugs, drinks, occasional flirts or more, sluts perking out their bust wherever you lay your eyes..
It's the life of the young, the free, the "fun" and disconcerned... those who don't "give a shit".
It's also the life that can make you trip, misguide you, bring the wrong people into your life and perhaps even pitch in a couple of pretty nasty STD's to the package along with some money-hungry sluts into your bed.
That's not what I choose for myself.
I doesn't mean I'll become a sudden "No Drinks, No Drugs, No Sex" maniac.
I've never been too much of a Straight-Edge lover.
But we all have to know our limits.
And I have pushed mine way too far.
Making me forget my goals in life, the people I love, and that good part in myself I cherish.
I am cutting out the "wrong" people.
I am cutting out the "wrong" places.
I am cutting out the "wrong".
Goodbye and Amen to that.