My biggest strengths, are also my biggest weaknesses. Or even enemies. Not really a surprise, surely not the first time this becomes clear to me and maybe it’s not even that uncommon, but its surely an unsettling insight every time. Fighting something, what you thing makes you at least a little bit special, is a tough assignment.
Never be afraid to spice things up. True in cooking, true in life. If the result is bad, you still can order pizza.
Speaking of music – I’m an exceptional air-guitar player. You should see it. It’s just awesome. Beyond words.
Envy is the one, mean character flaw I despite most about myself. I really want to be better than this.
I just hate February. I simply cannot make this stupid month work. Like it is cursed, since back then when it was that brilliant…
I just want too much at the same time. This will be my undoing someday.
So it seems, I shit out my happiness before I can feel it. So the alternative practitioner presumed. Sounds weird, but would be the perfect punch line for this body of mine.
Words are especially true at nights. When everything can hide in the shadows, words are like a dying star becoming a supernova. Unmistakable, intense and brutal.
It seems to get harder and harder to steal some comforting moments from my demons to spent them in the warming light of hope…