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
Die Wahrheit ist, dass du mir fehlst. Jeden Tag ein bisschen mehr, bis wir uns wiedersehen und dann wieder von der Sekunde an, in der wir uns trennen. Am Vermissen merkt man, wie viel einem jemand bedeutet. Und es gibt Menschen, die man sein ganzes Leben lang vermisst – obwohl man weiß, dass sie nicht mehr zurückkommen.
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I miss you. Everything about you. I miss your laugh and our silly little jokes. I miss how you made everything a little brighter, made the world look a little less scary and almost made me believe in the impossible again. I know this doesn’t change anything but I do miss you. I miss you so much. Weiterlesen
It’s easy to convince yourself that it’s fine the way it is. Not really that good but not too bad either. After all it could be so much worse than fine. But easy becomes impossible when you truly start to care. Because the second you care, you have something to lose. Weiterlesen
Sometimes you try so hard to read between invisible lines, you fail to realize that those lines don’t even exist. You get caught up in a web of lines that weren’t there to begin with until it feels like all this lines are choking you. It could all be so easy, but you had to start thinking about it, didn’t you? Weiterlesen
So try and get better and don’t ever accept less. Take a plain black marker and write this on your chest. Draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness. Come on now, let’s fix this mess!
We could get better, because we’re not dead yet!
What if. The question that will kill you. Torment you. Refuse to let you sleep. Once you asked “what if” you will always wonder “what if” and every worst or best case will get stuck in your head. Weiterlesen
Don’t ever fall in love. Love is pain and ultimately its bullshit. Don’t believe what they tell you – all those happy, crazy-about-each-other, oh-so-in-love couples. They lie. Love is not fun it’s scary as hell. It doesn’t improve your life but complicates it and it won’t make you stronger, but destroy you completely in the end. Love is bullshit and the only thing that’s worse than love is being in love. Weiterlesen
Let me tell you a story. No, I won’t bother you with that. There actually is no story. Not yet and there will never be one, probably. Thing is: I made a wish and I somehow made it on you. Which is totally insane and totally inappropriate and well…it’s me. So yeah, I made wish, and damn my stupidity, I made it on you. Weiterlesen
Forget. Forgive. But once…it was forever.
Pretense reached its end because I simply can’t. Not anymore.
Can’t act like I’m alright and to be honest I don’t want to. No again – never again. Weiterlesen