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…
I can’t bear musical numbers in TV series anymore. Especially with Family Guy it is a huge pain in the ass. I have to skip it, even though it might be funny. Hate it.
I should have taken vacation this first week of the year. I need to fix so mich stuff, but I don’t have the energy. I’m so behind and will need some couple of days to get this new year going like I want to.
Headache is still an asshole. Also in 2017. Fuck off!
Things become less and less important. It also hurts a little bit less. But I’m not really sure, this is something good.
Sometimes, pain really makes you feel alive. Makes you feel whatever you are doing, is worth your time, your passion.
Not every angel is worth the hassle. And not every devil looks like a devil.
Acceptance feels good.