The other way around

There are so many different ways to miss someone. I’ll miss you.

When you come back, you know where to find me.

Over the roofs of Berlin.

• 17 May 2013

Mix of thoughts

I don’t recognize me anymore.

When I come to the point where I do stupid things to proof that I still have “it”, I know that I need to change something.

I hate having regrets.

It bothers me for so long and I can’t figure out a way to make it go away.

Maybe it was time that it happens again.

It’s really nothing to talk about, but I’m faced with it all the time.

It’s funny how I try to tell my friends the stupid things I sometimes do, just because I want them to tell me that it’s not stupid or important at all.

I want them to make me feel better.

I think to much.

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My job is consuming me.

And I’m definitely dreaming to much.

I enjoy the attention he gives me.

Maybe too much, but I don’t want to let him get to me.

Not now…

• 11 May 2013