Dream big, they say, dream big and fly. Reach out for love, don’t stop, aim high. The sec you stop, the sec you fall, – hold on a sec, I tell‘em all.
Dreaming is no fucking game, There are no rules, no walk of shame. No do’s and don’t’s, no social norm. – No fucking pressure to perform.
Dear Teen Me,
I know, life sucks these times and you‘re sitting, waiting, wishing for better days. I know, what makes you happy and keep on going, is picturing yourself in your mid 20s: Independent and having great hair and a perfect body.
Honey, age won‘t change anything. Shifts of dependency will always make you think, you‘re not Independent. And you will always struggle with your body no matter how much weight you‘ll loose, because it is your head that weighs way too much. Your hair will always be anything but straight and it will always be difficult to „totally get“ your curls. „Dear Teen Me“ weiterlesen
I will never forget how we’ve met. I was sitting in a Hotel room in Istanbul. Thinking about the past months, my life and too much other serious stuff. I felt alone and was incredible sad. Sad and disappointed. For some reason I did not even try to change my mood. I felt like, I had to be right there, in this lonely Hotel Room in Istanbul, all by myself, having all those uncomfortable feelings. I did not pity myself. Not at all. I was accepting my situation. Accepting all those emotions. Accepting me being alone. Maybe because of you. I was waiting for you. Hoping you would change my life for the better. Accompanied with hope, you came to me in the loneliest hour of the year. Accompanied with more loneliness than before, you leave me now. How could we end up like this? I wanted to build a future on the ruins of my past but I feel like having built a castle of disappointment instead. And you’re watching me, wandering through the empty halls of my Kingdom. What has happened? Our first encounter was full of dreams. You and me. We ought to be something big. So big. Maybe I am the one to blame. Maybe I wanted too much. Maybe.
I am glad this is over – I am glad YOU are over. And no, I do not feel sorry at all saying this. I really do not want to stay longer here with you. I cannot stand this anymore. It is time. We both know. Time to leave. Time to start something new. Time to accept, it is over. Time to say Good-Bye. So I do: Good-bye 2016. Good-bye.