cookieowl

Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say. -Mitch Abom

i never thought, i'd cry so hard because of somebody who has to leave. i never thought i'd think of him all day and all night, because he has to leave. i couldn't imagin that i'd miss him so hard, even though our frienship just started. all the time i knew him, and that wasn't much, i thougt there could be something between us. maybe he thought the same. but now he's gone to switzerland and stays for four years. four fucking years. we promise to not forget each other, but he probably won't know my name anymore while coming back. i hate to say goodbye.

for some reasons we are all equal. and that's good, isn't it? i mean, discrimination and racial things are actually just acknowlegde.we're going to school, to university, to work. we wear shirts, trousers and shoes. we're acting weird when we're in love. no matter wheter bi, hetero or homosexual. and somehow this scares the fuck out of me. that we are all equal and i'm just one of so many. then i need someone to tell me it's not. you're not just anybody. you're somebody and you're unique.