today is the most boring day of the week...

not a love letter

it is interesting how you are keeping me close. your actions are careful. she thinks you love her. i know better. you are in a repeating cycle. i have been in this moment. i have been in the same shoes. one day i will really lose you. this will be actually be over. one of us will be lost or taken away, pushed or pulled. we will not be able to pretend anymore.

i am not patriotic. further more, i am offended by people who are fake-patriotic. i am tired of seeing shabby-chic american flag t-shirts, stars and stripes on flip-flops, and waving flags on the horizon that were not there on 9-10. i believe it is more offensive to all-of-a-sudden care about the country just because we were attacked, because, frankly, i am sure no one cared the day before.
dont get me wrong, i am not anti-american. i just hate fake people.
i was born here and will probably live here forever.



unless of course, i win some big lottery and get the chance to move to london.