For a while I did not know what I should be writing about. Well okay, that is not true. It’s more that there were only two things I could write about: My fear and my broken heart. For a while, I was only able to really feel fear and pain. It’s hard to write about those emotions – especially if writing about them feels like giving them even more power. But I’ve reached a point now where it stopped being a choice and became a necessity.
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Bubbly. That’s how I feel when I am happy. Like there are a million different little colorful, shiny bubbles bouncing around in my mind. Making me hop, and hum, and smile, and dance, and everything a little less scary. It’s been a very long time since I felt those bubbles – now they are everywhere. Weiterlesen
Sometimes I wonder what the heck is wrong with my mind. One second all I feel are little bubbles of happiness and the next my mind has me convinced I am running towards an endless dark abyss that is threatening to swallow me whole. My mind is a liar, I know but that still doesn’t stop me from worrying until my stomach is in knots. 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
I am terrified of everything that might happen. And anything that I might do. Even though I know I would never consciously try to harm myself. Not physically anyway. And I know I have never been allergic to anything and I am probably the worlds’ most cautious driver. Still, I am terrified. Weiterlesen
Früher war ich einmal der Meinung, dass eine Story ohne eine Liebesgeschichte keine gute Story ist. Mittlerweile finde ich Liebesgeschichten langweilig. Weil sie im Kern immer das gleiche Märchen verkaufen ohne das es dadurch an Wahrheitsgehalt gewinnt.
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first, I want to say that I love your books – I truly do. It took me a while to read Harry Potter but when I did, I fell hopelessly in love with the story and its characters. I used to think that I love you too – in that deeply thankful and admiring way that I love every author who wrote a story that kept me up reading all night and never letting me go even years after I finished it. And as you might know: There are not many of those stories. Weiterlesen
Es heißt immer, der Welt fehle es an Intelligenz – dass unser Land von Deppen zugrunde gerichtet würde. Aber ich denke nicht, dass mangelnde Intelligenz unser Problem ist. Im Gegenteil. Wir haben eine Menge intelligenter Menschen mit brillanten Ideen – und zu viele davon nutzen ihre Intelligenz vor allem dafür, sich selbst zu bereichern. Woran es uns wirklich fehlt, ist Mitgefühl.
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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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