#05.09.2016

[baliktimkiyidaki-blog]

ışığına herkez koşar ama karanlığından bir tek ben kaçmam.

baliktimkiyidaki

[baliktimkiyidaki-blog]

"05.09.2016 günlerden pazartesi.." Anısına bugüne geldik. Günün hiç bir anlam ve önemi yok. Günü hatırlamanında bir kazancı yok. Birbirini en iyi tanıyan ve bu yüzden de birbirinden uzak duran iki deli yabancıyız..

baliktimkiyidaki

[plytfslkmlnsda]

Umursamıyormuş gibi yapmak zorunda olduğum şeyler. İçimi çürütüyor bazen. İçimde fırtınalar kopuyor sanki. Gün boyu bir sürü düşünceyle savaşıyorum ve tüm bunları bir tek ben biliyor, ben yaşıyorum.. Yoruyor. Yoruluyorum.

[fuckyeahjackgarratt]

TBT: Jack Garratt - Weatherd, Worry & Far Cry (Live at Radio X) (Audio)

[hadidgallery]

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[sechsterzweiter]

I know that up to some point I am bitter. I dislike people who are so very superficial, in their character, their interests, their problems. And I know that some will say that I am this way just because I can’t fit in. It’s true. I can’t fit in, I will never be one of them. But what the vast majority won’t realize is how proud of myself I am for this. I spent years hating every inch of my soul for not getting them to really like me and now I start caring less and less about how often they look at me. I remember that I was not only lonely but also full of self-hate and hopelessness. Not that I am feeling okay now but I am recovering. Recovering from insulting myself for having problems, from only seeing grey fog where others could see the sun and from believing that self-destruction is my saviour.

Fuck, I hate writing that way, it feels false and pathetic and just so depressing. Whilst ripping that page out of my journal, I heard the awful sounds of the fireworks. Yay, another year is over, so we need to put all our money into tiny rockets that stink and make every animal living anywhere near fear for their lives. Spending New Years Eve alone on a roof top with a blanket surely is desirable. At least the bar is set low for future years. Improvement is always possible as long as one starts at rock bottom.

[glamourarual]

Konfetti. Confession.

-De miért engem néztek ki? Milyen alapon én? -Azt mondtam nekik egy őszinte pillanatomban, hogy "ő lenne az egyedüli akivel eltudnák képzelni valamit. Azaz eltudnék."