Emberly who?

To the age over 50

Welcome to hell...

Oh sorry, maybe I should correct that one.

Earth.

I always struggle with mixing those two words together. I mean they are literally synonyms.

I don't know if it has always been like this, where hell and earth meet in such an artistic way. I mean somehow our great-great-great grandfathers survived the society.

I always wondered why and how my grandparents even reach an age over fifty. I will probably kill myself within that time. Well, my grandparents are still alive, but it still surprises me till today, that they still breathe. I mean if it will be like this for the rest of my life, like how I am feeling in this moment, I rather quit my life then be living in constant pain. Maybe I was suicidal, maybe I was not. Maybe my teenage days was so boring I even consider killing myself. I never knew the truth of my brain, but neither did you.

I don't know why I cried every time I laid myself in bed. Usually that was the moments I realized, that maybe I didn't want to grow up.

I know what Peter Pan was talking about; all this years.