"The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come."


"I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love."

Here is a tip kids: DON’T listen to the song “Don’t you remember” by Adele when getting over a break-up. It will only make things worse. If that shit comes on shuffle, immediately run to your I-Tunes and switch the song, DON”T listen to it.

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” 

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” 

"I know the first love is the sweetest, but that first cut is the deepest. I tried to keep us together…"


"Your body will argue that there is no justifiable reason to continue.
Your only recourse is to call on your spirit, which fortunately functions
independently of logic."

Tim Noakes

The Jaded Rant-Beware of my Stream of Consciousness type rant.

I’ve learned my lesson. I’ve never been so affected by a woman in my entire life. What the fuck happened to me. I dated another woman for seven years and it didn’t even come close to how much this girl got to me. I really question everything she ever said to me when we broke up. I got caught up in the them, I believed her. I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe there was a higher purpose for this break-up. That this was the best possible way to preserve a future for us. I probably should have seen it for what it was. Maybe it was never real. Maybe it was all in my head. I had never heard her speak those words to me, it was surreal. It masked the pain of being broken-up with. I couldn’t face the break up because I was so focused on what she told me. Pain demands to be felt. 

Fuck was I wrong. I should have gotten angry. I’m a fucking prize. I don’t need to feel this shit. Don’t tell me you’re breaking up with me to have me in the future, when you can have me now and in the future. I can’t trust anyone anymore. Love is a fucking minefield. Why the hell did you come into my life, suck me in and drop me. She should’ve just did me a favour and told she never loved me or doesn’t love me anymore, or isn’t in love with me, or wants to explore other options, any combination of those things would have been infinitely better.

Now I’m told to get over her, walk away, move on, there are lots of other girls out there for you. How do you expect someone to just move on after a few weeks. I loved her. I love you. With all of my heart. You don’t just forget someone like that. I love you so much that I’m ashamed at how much you affected me. I can see myself making mistakes. An out of body experience is what it was. She told me to stop contacting her and with every fibre in my soul, I swear I wanted to be able to say fuck it, I’m never talking to you again. But I just couldn’t. Now I see how I’m unfriended, dropped and forgotten. I’m nothing but a footnote in this girls life now. I’m another ex that she’ll tell another guy about. That thought crushes me. I was the guy she told about her exes. I was the guy that was better. I was the guy that she said made it great for her. It’s over now though.

I’m making it a personal mission of mine to erase her. I’m talking eternal sunshine of the spotless mind type erasing. I deserve better. I want to pour my heart into someone willing to give me what I want and need. I need to get over her. I may not be a hundred percent okay, but I will be. Can’t hold me down. I’m a fucking catch. The next girl will get all of me. All of the love. All of the attention. All of the laughs. All of my heart. All of my friendship.

This is over.

Fresh start. Clear eyes. Open heart.  

"And I was thinkin’ ‘bout you, you already know"

"I’m better off Better off left alone. Cause I’m not the one. No I’m not the one"

"She’s the worst thing I’ve been addicted to. I run right back, run right back to her"


"Fuck bitches, get money. Time to go full Clooney. Pre-marriage Clooney."

The morning run

The morning run

"Love comes to those who still hope after disappointment, who still believe after betrayal, and who still love after they’ve been hurt"

A message from Anonymous

I sense a runner, I sense that you're not only a runner but also gone through a recent break up. I am also a runner struggling through a recent break up. I just happened to follow you when I got dumped and started seeing your posts. I'm sorry, and its actually hard for me too reading your things. I wish there was a cure for this, and I didn't know how much it could hurt. I haven't found the way to forget the love of my life, and I dont think I can... But I guess we keep running right?

Always Keep running. You can’t be sad if you’re constantly flooding your brain with endorphins 

"Pretty girls make graves"

Jack Kerouac