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nothing (day ix)

nothing, five years ago. You go out with people, spend hours together. You laugh, talk about things that don’t matter, get drunk and dance through the night. But this time together doesn’t mean anything. It’s all facades, hypocrisies and superficiality. A game that goes against my nature. It’s not about connecting, they don’t care about who I am or what I feel. What it takes to be included: look pretty, wear a smile on your lips, and– don’t be quiet....

winter flowers

Pass It On

English version below. Ich habe euch etwas vorenthalten. So gutmütig ich bin – es gibt eine Gruppe von Menschen, denen ich nicht so schnell verzeihen werde. [Uruguay, Juni 2012] Tja, sie hatten sich einen riesigen Spass daraus gemacht, sich über mich lustig zu machen. Sie redeten über mich, lästerten, lachten. Ich fühlte mich hilfslos und verdammt einsam. Ich hatte eine so verdammt schwierige Zeit hier und jetzt musste noch so etwas kommen. … Einmal kam eine ins Zimmer, von der ich...

My LDR story – Part IV

Click here for part one, part two and part three! We kept in touch after my return to Switzerland in July 2012. I told many friends about our story even though we ended up just being good friends because I thought the turn of events was incredible. We were shy strangers and the odds were against us but due to the actions I took, he actively reached out to me. If I hadn’t approached him, I would have ended up...

My LDR story – Part III

Click here for part 1  and here for part 2! Two weeks of school have gone by and nothing has happened. We saw each other for hours every day and still he hardly looked at me, let alone exchanged a hi or something with me while I was the obsessive girl, waiting for something, anything. Four months till my departure, four months since our failed conversation. Time was running. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer or I’d go home with nothing. Since...

My LDR story – Part II

Click here for part 1! So there I was, ahead of me the vast summer vacations. He wasn’t a guy who went to parties (just like me back then). The fact that he didn’t go to parties like everyone else made him more special, but because of that, I didn’t have any means to communicate with him. Wait – no means? That’s not quite right. There was one place I knew I could meet him. The gym. So here you have a girl...