things that were, are and will never be
home ... and then things get out of control ..
an old "friend" - I call him friend, although I am not sure what I expect from him or, more accurately, to think of "them". Are there really two, there is only one, there is someone with split identity, but another experiment, an attempt to analyze a PhD? I have no idea, but I'll be careful and do nothing, what kind would provide a vulnerability.
Speaking weakness .... now I just have to recognize clearly that I'm probably doomed for the rest of my life to really be alone. It is not only depressing, but at the same time shameful and embarrassing, if I can enlighten me is 10 years younger than their relationships and their fickleness must - in the knowledge that such have not experienced even begin to own and probably to never know. A dagger to the heart ... what would I now for a Ritualiendolch and enough guts to use it ...
hard my heart is now in the spring. Together with the creativity that comes with the sun's rays, is also growing my spring depression. Depression in private, at work and now even in online. The UO with me in my Hauptchar for several months as standard RP-hands are tied cheers, not even straight.
What I'm actually still good? Why am I here? Why?
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in silent tribute to Pope John Paul II
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