Burning Paper Plane

‘Mein Herz ist so müde’, hatte das Mädchen gesagt.

Dorthin zurückzugehen, wo man begonnen hat, ist nicht das Gleiche, wie nie zu gehen.

Sag mir, lebe ich noch wenn ich mir jeden Tag wünsche tod zu sein?

Ich bin über Grenzen gegangen und habe überlebt.

I’m really fucking stupid. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m going to regret it like all the times before.

Books are like people: fascinating, inspiring, thought-provoking, some laugh, some meditate, others ache with old age, but still have wisdom: some are disease-ridden, some deceitful; but others are a delight to behold, and many travel to foreign lands; some cry, some teach, others are lots of fun, they are excellent companions and all have individuality - Books are friends. What person has too many friends?

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it…

After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.

I am my poison and my anecdote. I am the hero of my story and I don’t need to be saved.