I keep telling myself that it’s going to be okay. Someday it will all be okay. One day I will be like them and find a way to grow into someone I can like. Someone that someone else might like. The problem is that words are so easy but oh so empty if you don’t really believe them, and I really don’t. Weiterlesen
Wenn es eine Sache gibt, die man heutzutage definitiv nicht mehr werden sollte, dann ist das krank. Zumindest darf es nichts Schwerwiegenderes als ein Schnupfen oder maximal eine Erkältung sein – alles was in Richtung ernsthafter Erkrankung geht, kann schlimm enden. Nicht mal unbedingt wegen der Krankheit, sondern wegen den behandelnden Ärzten. Weiterlesen
Have you ever noticed how it seems like everyone is constantly complaining about something? It doesn’t matter what you talk about, there is always something that’s just not right. Something that keeps us from our happiness. Weiterlesen
What if all you are is never enough? There is all you could have, if you could just be someone different. Someone smarter. Someone tougher. Someone braver. Someone with more discipline. Someone smaller. Someone thinner. Someone who matters. Because all I feel doesn’t matter, not to anyone but me. Weiterlesen
Talking isn’t worth much, if no one listens. It’s like writing stories that no one ever reads. Like drawing pictures no one ever sees. Like being forgotten before you even existed. But it’s so easy they say. So easy to change. Weiterlesen
There is nothing lonelier than standing in the middle of a partying crowd and still being completely alone. I didn’t come here with anyone. I just came to listen to the music. To see one of my favorite bands, something I had wanted in forever. But it’s still just me. Alone in a faceless crowd of cheering people.
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Life is not what we thought it would be
It gets harder every day
And I still can’t forgive you
Even though I think you were right
And I miss you
I always miss you
People say that every wound heals
That every scar means you survived
But isn’t life supposed to be more than survival?
More than just breathing
When does it stop hurting?
When will I ever not be mad at you anymore?
I miss you
It’s every story I ever write
Every lie I tell, every smile I fake
I don’t remember a time when it didn’t hurt
To think about you
And I’m so mad at you for it
But still I miss you, always miss you
Life is complicated. Life is messy. And more often than not, it is also utterly frustrating. Because life always goes on. No matter how much you mess up, no matter how much the past haunts and no matter how much you regret everything you didn’t do. Until it doesn’t. And then it is too late to change. Weiterlesen
Do you sometimes dream of someone who isn’t in your life anymore as if they still were? I do. Not daily, but consistently. And then I wake up missing them. Wondering what went wrong, and it breaks my heart a little every time. Weiterlesen
In my head, I have already written you a whole book, telling you in a very passive-aggressive way how much I really don’t miss you. And another one in which I tell you, how much I do miss you. How much I wish everything could be different and we could still be friends. But that’s not how life works. At least not mine. Weiterlesen