Hi, my name is Daniel, better known as Dani. I made my name shorter in attempt to make people think I’m cooler, which I’m really not.
I’m a writer who is trying to find other ways to express how he feels without having to resort to metaphors and I have a slight obsession with cars.
I like cooking and lazing around on Sundays listening to jazz imagining how a woman who has never felt my touch might taste to me.
I tend to stare at things I like, a lot. I have this one weird craving of wanting to be smothered with love every moment of everyday.
I’m needy, but I’m also very detached. My affection is limited at times because it isn’t always received well so I tend to hold back when I should let loose.
My fondest memory in life is shared with someone I’ll never get the pleasure of holding, seeing or even breathing next to ever again. It sucks, mainly because that reality slaps me in the face every time I look into a mirror.
I’m like a dam, I keep shit in until one day it all pours out in a beautiful chaotic rush. The only thing that isn’t so beautiful is the sight of me battling with my legs begging them to remember what it feels like to function with vodka in my system.
I like being like held, but I’m very bad at holding onto the things that matter most to me. I always drop the ball, always.
I’ve been told that I’m a story. That my eyes are hosts to wonderful tales of hope and my smile can probably inspire change, but honestly, sometimes I feel like a horror movie just waiting to rip the joy out of the next person.
They say I look like I spark up, but little do they know that I scorch and ruin everything I touch. My only problem is that I never know when to stop.
I’m a hot mess and I can proudly say its something I’m not proud of.
I sometimes write letters to myself to remind myself that I have to love myself, because there are moments when it slips my mind.
I was taught to be in touch with my feelings, little did I know they’d engulf me in flames that people in hell pray for.
I’m still in the process of learning how to be more than just a moving corpse with a pump that moves blood around my body as an excuse for a heart.
Hi, I’m Daniel and this, this is me.