
Disorganised
I didn't write this for me.
Retired liar and literary hack. A collection of essays, artistic works of auto-fiction, and short stories.
Website is still under construction. To contact me for any reason: dinakaltranen@proton.me
I didn't write this for me.
Yes, I've been reading.
Narcissist? Me? Never!
Just a story about a picnic.
Oh god we're getting psychodynamic.
It has a lot more in common than you'd think.
You can still save yourself.
This whole drinking myself to death thing isn't working out.
I'm a vindictive fellow.
See title.
I should hang myself.
I didn't write this for me.
I am greedy.
"Why would you do that?"
"My mother? Let me tell you about my mother."
Delusion, lies, and pride.
Is this what love is? I don't think you can love anyone after what happened to me.
I'm hit or miss when it comes to these things.