Love does not exist.
My thoughts and whatever moves me.
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Seit : 11/11/2008
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Thinking too much is one of my major problems. Thinking in circles is another. But be that as it may, I think I got some good insights by thinking ... too much. I thought about the recent developments. It occured to me that people blame ME when they treat me bad. They do no t want to accept their own mistakes, it's always the other's fault. Apparen
It has been a very long time indeed, since I have published anything here. And many things have changed since then. Soon I will start my 5th semester at the University of Trier. I study English and German as a Foreign Language. I work at a bakery again. I also moved into a new flat with someone who I thought was my friend, but now I found out she r
In a distant land .... not so far away, there is a girl who still has not fully dealt with her not so very recent past. She tries to be happy and cheerful, but it hardly ever works. She can wear a mask, sure, but there is not much feeling behind it. She follows her impulses, so today she went into the forbidden forest. It is forbidden, for there li
out of SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by William Blake Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm; Besides I can tell where I am used well, Such usage in Heaven will never do well. But if at the Church they would give us some Ale, And a pleasant fire our souls to regale, We'd sing and we'd pray all the liv
That awkward moment, when you wake up and you think WTF??!! That happens quite often to me. But last night was absolutely special in it's awkwardness. I chatted with a guy from Pakistan and we discussed the Islam quite intensly. He invited me over to Pakistan, so that I could see for myself how the Islam works. I agreed and booked a flight. It was
Chaos storming thoughts Thoughts like a twister Feelings veiled, unclear Confusion prevails Happiness gone into hiding Chronological movements Promise peace For a while
Mhhhmmm ... there are some very tasty snacks in India, called: Pakora But I was just calling them "fried snacks". And was asking my boyfriend if we could have some "fried snacks" someday. He looked at me in confusion, and asked WHAT? Again I said: fried snacks! He finally got it and said: OOOhhhhh, fried snacks. I was getting FRIED SNAKES, and got
Since I last wrote here, a lot has changed. I had another boyfriend, who treated me ... not very good. I was in therapy for 3,5 months and I learned a lot about myself. I do not live alone though. Living in a shared flat is okay for me, with the right person. The last shared flat, I lived in was pure horror. What hasn't changed, is that I am still
Yes, it really does! I am working at the gardener's shop now. I had so many job offers, but in the end I took this one, because it was the best. Just next to my door, I am outside and with nature. A little hard work is what i need. And it is really interesting, I am learning a lot, not only about flowers, also about the culture in the Ivory Coast,
The daughters of my boss are always painting or creating something for me. Today the younger one made a necklace for me. As of now I m not having a picture of that. But I am having a picture of the picture the elder one painted of me. Here it is: