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
You don’t know me. And if you did, you wouldn’t want to. Because I’m not someone people like. I’m the one they talk about once I’m away. I’m the bad example, the pathetic one. The one that everybody just leaves behind. That’s all the voice inside my head keeps telling me. And that voice makes it so easy to believe. Weiterlesen
There is always another day. That’s what I used to believe once. I used to live accordingly. Believing there would always be another day to pursue your dreams. That I would always have time. And then, three years ago, this believe proofed to be the biggest lie of my existence.
Sometimes there isn’t another day. Sometimes you had no time to be brave later but live with your cowardice instead. And sometimes everything you didn’t say, hurt more than all the things you said. Weiterlesen
Der August war viel zu warm und irgendwie auch viel zu lang. Er startete mit Hoffnung und endete mit Resignation und jetzt kommt also endlich der gelobte September und die Vorfreude auf Schweden. Deshalb gibt’s einfach mal alles: Freiheit, Wut und ein bisschen Hoffnung dazu: Weiterlesen
There once lived somebody in some place somewhere on this world. And that somebody somehow ended up dreaming this big huge something. A dream that somehow seemed impossible. But that somebody couldn’t manage it to shake it off. Weiterlesen
What can you do if nothing changes? Nothing really helps. I am still so damn stuck on you. And I know it’s stupid and unhealthy. But my mind can’t convince my heart to just let go.
Everything could be so much easier if you weren’t so damn likeable. But you are – so fucking nice and sweet. And I like you. Even without all the attraction. So much I almost believe I could be your friend.
But friends do not fancy each other and I really, really do. It doesn’t matter that I know you don’t think of me that way. Because I do. Really, really do think about you that way. I think you are my punishment for being such a coward before. Weiterlesen