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.Weiterlesen
Es heißt ja immer, eine Verfilmung könne dem Buch nicht gerecht werden und ich denke in 99,9 Prozent aller Fälle trifft das auch zu. Die neue Netflix-Serie „Tote Mädchen lügen nicht“ ist eine der 0,1 Prozent Ausnahmen, denn sie ist tatsächlich genauso gut wie das Buch.
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Wir waren mal Freunde. Oder zumindest sowas wie Freunde. Freunde die miteinander sprachen und die etwas verband. Ich bin nicht mehr sicher, was uns verbunden hat, aber es war da. Irgendwann. Alles was davon übrig blieb, ist ein Ozean voller Schweigen. >>> FOR ENGLISH VERSION SCROLL DOWN! Weiterlesen
I don’t like reality any more. Everything here is difficult and limited and somehow impossible to achieve. Real people are most likely a disappointment and real feelings just always hurt you in the end. Reality is cruel and harsh and somehow it seems like no one here is speaking my language. Weiterlesen
It hurts. Nothing even feels remotely right. The only thing that remains are the questions you can’t answer. Why did you do it? What did I miss? How could I’ve prevented it? Could I’ve changed it?
And the one question of course that always crawls out of the dark: Why did I not see it coming?
The answer is as simple as it is cruel: Because there was nothing to be done. But knowing that doesn’t mean that you’ll ever be able to accept it. The only thing that will fade with time is the hurt and if you’re strong, the self-reproaches. The pain will dim down with time but never truly leave you. Weiterlesen
I can’t get past it. Can’t snap out of it. There is too much and too less at the same time. The only way to deal with it is to disappear. I just don’t really know where to.
Sometimes pain has more than one cause. Multiple ones indeed summing up until you reach the point of no return. Sometimes it grows until you can’t remember anything past it. It just grows and gets more each day until it becomes too big to conceal. I just can’t pretend that I am okay anymore. Because I am not, haven’t been in a while now. Weiterlesen
…obsession, someone you can’t live without.
If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with?
Fall head over heels. Weiterlesen
never really stop loving someone.
You just learn to live without them.