As soon as I get into the bathroom and see myself reflected into the mirror, flashbacks come to my mind. Last night I got myself into a fight. I see a bruise has started to form around my left eye. I've also got a wound on my head, the blood is already dry, that must be why the pillow is stained. Fuck. I must call Abel, he will surely remember at least more than me. I go to my bedroom again and look for my mobile phone, the battery almost run out. But it has enough to make a call. Of course, he doesn't answer. He must be sleeping off. I take a pair of boxers and an old hoodie and sweat pants and get into the bathroom. The T-Shirt I'm wearing just stinks. As soon as I take it off, the silver chain I always wear makes a little noise. I think of her.

Self Explanatory.

It's okay to be skinny, it's ok to not be skinny. It's okay to have a flat tummy, it's okay to not have a flat tummy. It's okay to have a thigh gap, it's okay to not have a thigh gap. It's okay to not be like her and okay to be you. But she never thought it was but he's going to make sure she knows.

"Lost in the future we had. It's over, it's over but I'll always be invaded by you" 3rd January 2014 I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I will never get tired of saying it. I miss waking up next to you, five minutes before you so I can watch you sleeping, see your face, listening to your short breath. I miss your curses and moans in protest because of the alarm-clock. I miss the soft you gave me every day as a 'good morning love' and then telling me that I should shave my beard. I can't help but think of the last time when I saw you. Now it's been almost three months. You were and are my everything. You were and are the only one. Ed.