Monthly Archives: April 2015

A confession

This is not a cry for help. This is a confession. Gentleman. That’s what I call myself. That’s what I tell myself every single day. Why? Because to be really honest it is a lie I am forcing myself to live. Because I am not a gentleman. Because no one is. There is no such thing as a gentleman, we are just wolves in sheep’s clothing. Wolves in denial. Every single time that I have to remind myself that I am supposed to be a Continue reading →