Dear Platypus,
In a lot of cases, we fall in love with people who won't love us back. We make headstands so that those people pay more attention to us and somewhere deep inside 
we all hope that everything is going to end well. There are moments where we feel like we have wings and moments where we feel like we're being shred by a million daggers and a single smile can heal all wounds for the next few years. What if, that person never smiles though or all of a sudden stops smiling? What if the person looks at you and drinks the blood from your wounds too feel his power over you? What if you tell a personal story, so that he confides in you because you do by telling him and he picks it as a target because he knows it's going to hurt you?
im gonna get some sleep and continue this later
love anna
6 Kommentare:
your blog posts are like poems. There very good! and a very strong, sad t ome, post. =[ i think we all have that problem though
hello anna. it's the first time I’m here, on your blog. seems like a very good blog, and i agree with ben, you're a awesome writer. and it does look like poetry, even when u are trying to do regular stuff. there is a famous Brazilian poet, who died in the 90's from aids, who said: "the biggest disease of the century is the loneliness".
Love is such a miserable thing sometimes...
Hallo!
Your blogs are awesome!
Auf wiedersehen! (i know my german is awful.)
your words are therapuetic, like tea on a rainy morning.
this morning i have both my tea and the rain but your words seem greater by far.
if i said i knew exactly how you felt when that was written would that make us sisters? or something more like war buddies?
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