Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies...

You know you’re going through a withdrawal phase when you start listening heavily to Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham aka Fleetwood Mac.

It was surreal. Rediscovering, clarifying and lecturing all over again. It was like that night in my room. But this was more impersonal, more forced, more of a struggle.

I knew that things would never be the same. We had drifted too far apart, too much had happened, too much had been said. I would never listen to those songs in the same way I had before. You know how when you’re in love, it seems as if every single lyric, every single verse is talking to you, and the song was meant for you.

Now, the songs have changed. From ‘Iris’ I’ve moved to ‘Outside’. She, however, doesn’t give a flying f**k. And it is at this point that you know that this can never go anywhere but hell.

I had dreams, I had plans. I wanted to do a lot of things. All of that had changed 45 days ago.

Now, I thank the lord that its all over. Now, I can go back to my dreams of world domination.