kick my ass ;-)

i´m an idiot......a wailing and self-pitying idiot....

no one loves me.....no one cares about me......i´m soooo lonley ......these are my standard rates in times such as Christmas.....

ohh please......could someone kick my ass

it´s time to open my eyes......to look around.......

so many people support me, care about me, love me.......even if I sometimes behave like a little asshole

people from other parts  of the world  worry about me.......and i don´t even know them personnally......only through twitter

i´m a lucky person.......but i can´t see it sometimes......when my eyes are full of tears ...... tears of complacency......tears of self pity

it´s time again......to wake up......to say thank you

to my family........my ex-husband......my friends and colleagues......my twitterfriends......my costumers......and all the other people around me.....

thank´s for caring and supporting.......through you I feel important, competant, sexy, funny, beautiful .....and loved

and a big thank you to my daughter......she´s my spitting image......but still in many ways much wiser than i.......despite her youth.....

thank´s to all of you

and to you other whiners out there......stop crying......look around......and start to enjoy your lifes ;-)

Thanks to the Goddess of Light days are getting longer again

I love the night ....
love how the darkness surrounds me

everything is soft, unreal and free ....

I love the day ..... and the light .....
I enjoy the sunrise, the heat ....
everything is so clear, really, ruthless and honest

I love ..... these 24 hours life and experience

welcome to my head

i just try it........my english is bumpy ......my grammar is awful.......and my thoughts are scary....

but hey ...... doing by learning .....

so don´t be too strict with your judgement .....

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He was disgusting, offensive and intrusive....she just smiled and caressed her knife .....it was almost closing hour....

he always calls for help....that´s so annoying and boring....her own fault.....the walls of his dungeon aren´t thick enough...

eccentric phantasies had exhausted her....now she yearned for a boring, good natured guy.....

time heals all wounds .... what kind of  crappy nonsense ...... his last thought... .. before he jumped.....

he left her behind.....speechless.....he has taken her money.....her car......her self respect....even her tongue....she would never be able to moan the whole day....

little poem

her body is sore,
pain is her silent companion,
her lover and inspiration,
and she reaches for the knife,
to protect herself from being alone

good thoughts -bad thoughts

Hot water touches her skin
Sadness evaporates
Tiredness trickles down the drain
Desire for life arises


Hot water touches her skin
Mixed up with her tears
And blood
That trickles down the drain
From her open veins

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