I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
There are times when I think, this is it, I've found it in me to forgive you and to forgive me, and that I wish you nothing but happiness. And then there are times when I lie awake in the dark, eyes dry and heart drenched, reliving the moments of happiness and boredom and excitement and abject sorrow, powerless to stop the whole macabre parade.
I can never talk to you again, since I love my mother, and she loves me more than you loved me.
