Es gab mal eine Zeit in der ich mir wünschte, ich könnte diejenige sein die du willst. Die du brauchst. Aber je besser ich dich kennenlernte desto offensichtlicher wurde, dass ich beides niemals sein würde. Was ich damals nicht begriff: Du bist ebenfalls nicht der, den ich wollte oder brauchte – und du wirst es auch niemals sein. Du warst lediglich eine weitere Lektion die ich nicht lernen wollte.
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The wrong story of my life
If you ever feel like you are trapped in the wrong story you need to leave. That’s such an easy saying but such a hard thing to do. Because it’s so much easier to be trapped in misery than trying to escape. Who knows what monsters are waiting for you on the other side? Weiterlesen
Ein anderes Leben / A different life
Was wäre wenn… Egal wie viele Brücken du hinter dir niederbrennst, egal wie viele Türen du für immer verschließt und egal wie weit du rennst, diese Frage wirst du doch nie los. Was wäre, wenn… ich alles anders gemacht hätte…hätte es etwas geändert und wir wären Freunde geblieben?
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The friendly tale
Friends are so easy to find these days. You just have to search a little and soon you’ll have hundreds of them all just a click away. All a cluster of pixels on that bright screen in front of your face. Letters that you feel connected to, for a little while at least…until they become nothing more than pixel-dust again. Weiterlesen
Star-crossed lovers
Did you ever wonder what reality truly is? I mean when do we decide that something is real? When we can touch it? But what if we can’t – what if it is something that can’t be touched? Like feelings – you cannot touch a feeling, can’t taste it, can’t smell it – but that will never stop you from feeling. Weiterlesen
6 Dinge, die mir die besten alten TV-Serien beigebracht haben
Es gibt viele Dinge von denen ich wirklich froh bin, dass es sie noch nicht gab als 16 Jahre alt war. Facebook zum Beispiel. Oder Instagram. Oder Pinterest. Oder Smartphones. Oder TV-Trash wie Dschungelcamp, Bachelor und Co. Klar, früher war nicht alles besser – aber einiges zumindest ein bisschen weniger scheiße als heute. Weiterlesen
Alone
It is true: No one can make the pain go away but you. No one can walk the road of life down for you. No one is going to save you if you aren’t willing to save yourself first.
All you can do is just keep on walking. Hoping that the pain will one day fade away and become a just a little scar, twitching once in a while.
But just because no one can feel or walk this life for you doesn’t mean that they can’t walk beside you.
True, no one can do anything for you. Only make sure that you do not have to decide alone.
See, despite the fact that they tell us differently every day: We are not made nor meant to be alone.
So do not choose to be something you were never meant to be just because some stupid society tells you to.
Idiocy
I do miss you. You have no idea how much.
So maybe I should just grab the damn phone and call you? But what if she answers? What if I fuck it up once again?
Too many “what ifs” – I know I should do something instead. It’s just that the longer I think about it, the more reasons for not doing anything pop into my head. I watched you go once and it broke everything inside me. There are still some broken fragments left inside of me and yeah I guess they will keep being that way.
You are not coming back. That you made very clear seven years ago. And this time you did stick to it – burned a bridges down right behind you. And me? I didn’t do anything. I just moved on and buried a huge dream along with it. Weiterlesen
War against the wardrobe
Sometimes it doesn’t need to be some big tragedy happening or some huge chaining of unfortunate events. Sometimes all it takes to finally hit bottom is one small incident. So small actually that normally you wouldn’t even think of it as more than just a tiny inconvenience. But if you hit bottom this one little event becomes a huge drama. Because you just can’t take it anymore. Weiterlesen
Something else now…
It all started with a really weird dream. About a tent, standing at the end of the world while it rained outside. Two people holding hands, staring each other in the eyes until one soul became one. I don’t remember who the other one was. Just that one of those hands belonged to me. Weiterlesen
