I really should do Yoga. Says the evil massage-man. Weightlifting does not solve my problem. Of course that’s also not true, it would help if I build up some more muscles for my back. But in the end, this will not cure my scoliosis – nothing will cure this. And it’s not that it would need healing, but it has an effect and a better movability could help. Thing is … I hate...
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.
It is amazing how little is left from a once meaningful relationship…
My castle in the air mutates to a dark monument of failure… Crumble in the face of what should be the reality… Scary ruins, betrayed by remorse… Consumed by the flames of agony… Ashes blown away from the forgotten… All that remains is endless nothingness…
I’m so glad that my ex-girlfriend did not share my taste of music. This way, she at least could not spoil the songs for me, that means the most for me…
Pain lurks everywhere. Whenever one feels a little bit safer, whenever one thinks to walk on reasonably safe paths, it jumps out of an unexpected corner, in broad daylight, wrestling one to the ground, holding its cold blade of memory to ones throat and everything one has laboriously built up gets destroyed by its cruel whisper and then it just disappears as quickly. But it always leaves...
Sometimes, the only way to fight pain is pain!
Stupid who runs himself a blister – or two (for each hoof one) while running. But really stupid is the one who still runs the next day and makes everything much worse …
A body knows by itself when it has enough. And if you do not get it yourself, he shares it with you. Either way.