Crazy is a pretty relative term, isn’t it? There are things that I see as completely crazy while everyone else seems to think they are perfectly normal. Like being completely content in existing within marked-out parameters, never questioning anything about why they are there in the first place. Weiterlesen
How are you? For me that is the hardest question ever. The honest answer to it will make the person who asked uncomfortable. Because I am not okay. Not really. And I have not been for quite some time. This text is the answer I am usually too afraid to say. Weiterlesen
Pretend. Is there anything we do that is not make-believe? According to our Instagram-, Facebook-, Twitter- or what-not-account, we are basically rock stars. Always doing something exciting, always eating fancy stuff, always capturing just the right sunsets, landscapes, moods or whatever else we can take a picture of. But is it the truth or is it just pretend? Weiterlesen
Sometimes you do things, despite knowing that they are…well not wrong but with a low chance of ending positively. But still you do them and I can’t help but wonder why. Is it because of some secret need to torture yourself or is it because you hope for a small miracle? I don’t know which one it is, but I just did something that has a high probability of not working out. Weiterlesen
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
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