We all know that the stories we dreamed ourself into as kids aren't real. However it would break me if they were and I'm just not a part of it.

I need to get these voices out of my head. They keep ruining everything.

Instead of setting goals for the new year, how about reflecting about the last year.

Here is what goes on in my mind while spending time with my family and a lot of the times with my friends.

Just a few questions I ask myself again and again.

I'm sorry I can't be more or better. I'm sorry that you will leave too.

The worst way to die is when you don't do it physically.

As a tiny human being how can I ever feel important. It isn't until you shift your view away from the whole universe and towards the lifes you have changed.

Some stories should better stay fiction. However when we realize that it's usually to late.

Even when I feel like giving up is the only way. I won't do it. Not yet.