Stalker †

Sonntag, 14. April 2013

don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. they’d know how insecure you really are. so instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.







Dienstag, 5. März 2013

Und dann lachst du plötzlich. nicht, weil du glücklich bist,  sondern eher weil du weißt, dass alles zerbricht und du nichts daran ändern können wirst.