Yes, too, must sometimes be ...
I come home, do not feel good. Led talks that introduce me why again and again to things I otherwise successfully repressed. No one understands ... clear - I open myself often. I have the winch, walk away from problems, can not talk about it.
Sitting here, I feel misunderstood, like in a deep hole ... From the time I get out again its not that easy ... Weltschmerz it called my mother ... Howl for no reason. Tears without any reference. Conversations that sometimes make things worse, with Words that were not considered - the injury might not hurt that they should do it yet!
Why? Why? Why? I can not be answered.
I do not like in these phases is absolutely nicht.Es difficult for me to talk about it openly, but these thoughts of worthlessness, etc. Versagensängst annoy me ... obsessions also called ... but also brings me no more ... The people that I sometimes lack a hug ... they simply do then. But this is dismissed, not seen ... tomorrow it is better - no question. Maybe even later ... but until then it is always a long and arduous road! hate it ...!
[no I do not want Mitt suffering or so, I wanted to write down my thoughts. disordered but unmistakably ...]
I come home, do not feel good. Led talks that introduce me why again and again to things I otherwise successfully repressed. No one understands ... clear - I open myself often. I have the winch, walk away from problems, can not talk about it.
Sitting here, I feel misunderstood, like in a deep hole ... From the time I get out again its not that easy ... Weltschmerz it called my mother ... Howl for no reason. Tears without any reference. Conversations that sometimes make things worse, with Words that were not considered - the injury might not hurt that they should do it yet!
Why? Why? Why? I can not be answered.
I do not like in these phases is absolutely nicht.Es difficult for me to talk about it openly, but these thoughts of worthlessness, etc. Versagensängst annoy me ... obsessions also called ... but also brings me no more ... The people that I sometimes lack a hug ... they simply do then. But this is dismissed, not seen ... tomorrow it is better - no question. Maybe even later ... but until then it is always a long and arduous road! hate it ...!
[no I do not want Mitt suffering or so, I wanted to write down my thoughts. disordered but unmistakably ...]
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