I wanted to give up the idea I had any control. Shake things up. To be saved by chaos. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.
Everyone’s existance makes difference…:)
Every flower must grow through dirt.
If somebody rejects you or your choices, you are still real, and you are still worth every bit as much as you would be if you had not been rejected.
From 18 to 22 you meet a lot of temporary people.
In loneliness, the lonely one eats himself; in a crowd, the many eat him. Now choose.
I’m a quiet person. I spend time observing, not speaking.
Endings are followed by new beginnings….:)
Stucked in the generation where loyalty is just a tattoo…