I haven’t written about my life for a long time now. Maybe most of you thought I may have finally found someone. Finally found what I was looking for, but no. As of today I am starting to feel that love is just not made for me. Whenever love comes around the bad luck start.
Let’s first go back to February. In January I talked about Steve right? Well, he suddenly told me he was seeing someone now, so I was no option for him anymore. Okay, that isn’t a first for me. YAY, again!
2015 is gone. It won't come back. It's time to start a new. For me the best way to do this was to be the bigger person to every person that broke or damaged my heart in any sort of way. On January 1st wanted to show that I am a good person and I sent all of them a New Years message. For me this felt like closure. I got some back and some not. I don't care in the end. These were basically the last messaged I would have sent to them.
Already some time into the month I got to talk to some new
I really had a hard time coming back from the heartbreak. This guy had given me so much, everything I was looking for. He was a musician, playing in quite a big band (they are literally growing in popularity and fame in Europe as we speak), was a secret Mariah and Whitney fan (which I am now too, thanks to him...), was the only other person that stanned for the tv-show The Leftovers and was just beautiful. Why did it go wrong? Why did it happen to me at this moment? As of today
After the things happening in July I had to cool it down for a moment. This month was me recovering what happened. I just did some things with friends. Got my mind off the whole 'love' thing. At the end of the month I started Tinder again. I got a couple of matches. 1 of which I had in the beginning of the year too. We lost contact, but we were a match again. He told me he just broke up with his ex, which he met on Tinder, the same time we were talking on the app too. After the
First of all, let me say this blog is basically me complaining about my own life. Which is basically every blog nowadays, but this specific thing, I need to get it off my chest. I really hope some can relate to my story, if not, that frightens me...
1 year ago. I left the closet. It was the first time I actually realized I was gay. I told my best friends. It felt really awkward and I can still remember I said: "This will never feel normal to me. I hate it and I hate myse