I probably messed up, again.
I always do, so it's not really a surprise.
But this time it's different . This time I care.
I tried I really did.
I didn't want to annoy them or disappoint them, but that's just what I do.
I got used to being a disappointment.I know that I always mess things up. But this time I hoped I wouldn't.
I really thought that if I'm aware of how I could mess things up I could manage to not mess it up.
Now I'm sitting here trying to find out where I did go so wrong that I can't even make my proud or at least not think bad of me.
I'm not as strong as them, I know that, but I can at least look like I am, can I?
It's all just pretending, nothings really real.
If you're good at pretending people will belive it even though it's all a lie.
I guess I'm not even good at pretending.I'm just messed up and I don't know how to help myself.
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SHORT STORIES (ENGLISH VERSION)
Historia CortaThis isnt really the english version of my book KURZGESCHICHTEN. Those are some short stories that are more personal. For some reason its easier for me to express feelings or personal stuff in english. Enjoy I guess :)