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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Sina Diaries 2: Trying to figure out disaster…
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
After all this time…
There once was a boy. A boy that had everything. A boy that stole your heart with only one of his barley-there-smiles and never gave it back. The kind of boy every other boy wanted to be friends with and every girl secretly wanted to kiss – even if it was just once. The kind of boy everyone just KNEW was meant for great things. But sadly, they were all wrong. Weiterlesen
Herzzeitlos
Es gibt immer Jemanden, der uns nicht gut tut und an dem wir trotzdem festhalten. Jemand, den wir schon lange loslassen hätten sollen und es doch nie konnten. Ich würde so gerne etwas über dich schreiben – nicht mal was Intelligentes oder Witziges, sondern einfach nur Irgendwas. Aber alles was mir einfällt, ist diese eine dumme Frage, die sogar zu dumm ist, um sie auszusprechen. Weiterlesen
Forever didn’t last
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
Suicide
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
Broken dreams
I promised you once that I will never forget. And than once I almost did. So I wrote it down and it became the only story I’ve ever been able to finish. The only song I ever dared to sing in front of an audience. Once. So after all this time it’s still all about you. Weiterlesen
