I'm a traveller

I never would have thought that talking about my feelings can be this helpful to sort my thoughts and emotions!

I'm constantly reminded of the scars anyways, so why do they have to itch on top everything going on already?

Have you even thought about the consequences that your confession has on me? Since that day I am constantly blaming myself for hurting the people that are important to me by just existing and being who I am. You knew damn well that I am thinking too much anyways, so why did you think it was okay to tell me all that stuff?

Alles was bleibt sind die Erinnerungen. Aber auch sie werden langsam weniger, verschwimmen, verblassen, verlieren an Schärfe. Und was bleibt ist eine Leere, die wir versuchen zu füllen, ein Schmerz, den wir versuchen zu unterdrücken, zu begraben unter Nichtigkeiten, damit wir die Wichtigkeiten nicht mehr spüren, sehen, fühlen. Was bleibt also von uns? Was hinterlassen wir?

There's so much I want to tell you, but I don’t know how. It starts getting in my head. And now I can only watch you vanishing from my life again.

I'm already afraid of feeling out of place again when I meet you guys next week.

So I almost told you how I felt, how all these thoughts sometimes make me feel blind and numb inside, although there is so much going on that I simply can't put into words.

If you don’t want to listen anyways then just don’t pretend to be interested in the first place.