“ I thought I would be okay. I kept telling myself: “Work harder. Go home and get to bed early. Don’t tell others you’re unhappy.” I don’t know how to get through these long nights. I can’t sleep. I don’t want to hate myself.
“ It’s nice when someone remembers small details about you.
“ After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
Ich steh immer zwischen ‘ab jetzt ess ich nichts mehr und werde dünn’ und ‘Scheiß drauf, ich hab Hunger’.

(via keinekraftzumleben)

“ Sometimes, home has a heartbeat.