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Dann klicken - Stille bei klingelnden Ohren. So bin ich erfroren, im inneren Norden. Wie ich mich anschrie, wie sich alles zusammen zieht, wie mich jeder Mensch seit dem anklagend ansieht!

Prinz Pi - Laura 

Then click- silent with ringing in my ears. So I am frozen, in the inner north. How I screamed at myself, how everything draws together, how every human being regards me accusingly!

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Please send me your favourite Songs (only sad Songs) to expand the Playlist!!!

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depression.

depression. This word sounds so heavy and sick at the same time. No doctor has ever diagnosed, no one knows if I have something like a Depression. You're lying - they say. Don’t be hysterical - they judge. Pull yourself together - they want. But if you've ever felt anything, if you've cut your arms in the bathtub, you know that. At the latest, when I was in school for months but I never did anything, I knew what was going on. But I can’t describe the feeling. You're not just sad, you're crying, but you never know why. You are angry and you hate yourself, you hate everything you do or have ever done. You feel like you can slap yourself for everything. But that’s not enough. Punishment, that's all I want. I try to find the belief in something again. God, please free a place for me, can I come to you? - You hope for forgiveness, but it doesn’t help. You are alone, even with so many people around you. There are so many people who love you. Your friends, your Family. - they say. But that's exactly what depression does to you. All those neagtive thoughts about suicide, the fight with the f*cking psyche, the sadness and all the pain, all these Things make you small, weak and vulnerable. Depression is cowardly but clever. They wait until you are weak and then they strike. They take control of your thoughts and let you stare into the empty. The fact is: depression is fatal, if you are not careful, then you jump. At some point, the depression is all you have left. No - you are the depression. And you can see your time running away, almost like the blood running down your arm and dropping a small drop on the floor.I talk about it. For example, with my friends, but the reaction is always the same. Stop doing that - they say. I have the feeling my whole life consists of disappointments, tears and empty promises. some don’t understand why I no longer pull sleeves over the scars. "Attention" - they accuse me. I have a new friend. The music. In the last few months, I have created a lot of playlists with so-called "depri songs". and on YouTube my story is full of videos like "how to hide scars" or "top 10 excuses for cuts"

Sometimes I'm asked how I feel. I have no Idea...

Please excuse any errors in spelling / grammar. English isn’t my mother tongue, online translators are my best friends!

I have reflected in this text my life, I would like to use this blog as a kind of diary

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