Lately I was asked by a friend of mine why I'm still helping people even when I'm going through so many ba dthings and some only use me.
I actually had no idea what to answer.
I never thought of such things.
Actually I do this because I just feel like I have to. 
And the thing that some uses me is well... actually right now none of the people I help uses me. There were only some in the past but I think I've already wrote something about that.
Some of my friends say that I have some sort of a protector-habit which sounds strange but is actually true.
I just can't stand there and doing nothing when someone is suffering even though I've never seen that person before. I just hate to see people having a bad time. I always want them to have a good time as long as they're able to.
I think that's because I learned by myself that life is not easy and will never be.
I was alone as my well... depressing part of my life began and I guess I just don't want anyone to feel like I did or do.
Maybe it's also because I always got told that when I am helping others they will help me, so actually I was only searching for someone to help me by helping them. At least that's how it could've been in the beginning.
Now I'm used to it. And I can say that I regret nothing. 
In the end everyone said that I helped so it's an achievment for me.
On the other hand somehow everyone tells me their problems without my asking which is okay for me but I think it's strange how nice I seem to others right from the beginning.
Someone should explain that to me.
Makes it easier to help them anyway :D
The world is ugly.
But maybe we can pretend to make it perfect.
Someday.
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1.I'm okay, I promise.
I always hear some really really hard stories from my friends or other people but the weird thing about that is that mostly the people who had to live with that things try to pretend that it's not there or try to hide it from the public.
And this is a thing which reminds me of myself because I pretended for 2 years that I have no feelings and such things but that's not comparable to other stories.
So why pretending that you're okay? 
Because it's easier to say that you're okay than to explain what you really feel inside or you just try to convince yourself by convincing others. At least many think that. 
Or you just don't have the words or the power to talk about things.
But somehow everyone has to carry their own package with them, they're just not all at the same weight.
Those people who smile the whole day but actually could cry all the time are the strongest people I know.
And that's why I want to help them. 
Because people like that have the best personality, they know how other people feel like because they feel like that all the time.
They deserve it to feel good again.
I can't do much about that.
But I try.

I know I can't change the past. I just want to make it easier. It's not enough, I know, but it's a beginning.

2.Blood.
This is now a topic I actually wouldn't talk about but somehow I feel like that now.
You all probably know that prejudices about emos that they're depressed all the time and cut themselves for no reason and such things.
And thatit's somehow bad to call someone emo what I think is completely stupid because actually emos are only people who are very emotional which isn't actually bad. 
In my opinion emotional people are the nicest because they know how others feel and always try to hurt no one. So why should you pick on them?
And the thing with the cutting...well.
The reasons for that are not always the same, mostly it's a mixture of despair and self-hating which is caused on mobbing.
And believe me I know what I'm talking about.
You only really cut yourself if you really see no way how things can get better.
Pure despairance leads people to the weirdest things and so also to that.
You try to overcome your emotional pain with phsyical pain which. Another reason is also that the people often feel absolitely nothing anymore.
They feel emotionally dead. So they try to feel again something.
That actually works for short moments but after you only feel more bad because the thing that you've done it is that you're weak. Fragile.
Once you've started you get used to it and someone has to get you out of there.
You can't help yourself anymore.
I'm lucky because I got out there pretty quick. 
But others don't have it that easy. They need help.
And then it's no help to pick on them even more and use 'emo' in a bad way.
If you want to call me EMOtional. I am.
I won't cut myself again because it doesn't change anything and it hurts you and your friends.
It's always better to talk about things.


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The last days I had this feeling.
The feeling that I somehow grew stronger through what have happened, that I'm somehow finished with what was and start to begin with what is and what will be. What happened can not be changed but I have to get over it even though it made me a complete new person. The past showed me that life as it is never will be like I imagined it when I was young. Nothing comes free and nothing leaves without impressing your personality.
At the moment it's still the old topic that the girls which I once loved (and they know about it) act like I'm not there or they just don't care about my feelings but I'm not sad because of that. Somehow you get used to that. But I shouldn't even care because my friends always care about me. And my friends count way more than them.
Something similar was last week in religion class. I hate religion by the way but about my religion thing I planed to talk some other day. So in religion we talked about love and relationships and such stuff and then one girl said that there ain't any boys who listen to them in a relationship. Yep, nice to hear such things even though she knows that I would listen to her.
Back to the actual topic: Now that I'm used to such things I recorgnized how good my life actually is. I have some of the best friends ever, I have my music, my hobbies, my life. All with no faults.
It's just the love that remains empty but that can change someday.
My life as it is was never easy but I feel okay with that.
Hard times will come someday to knock me down.
I'll pick up the pieces maybe only to smash them down.
But one day everything will be fixed. Of that I'm sure.
Soooo off topic time: because of some weird magic reasons I'm back on the homepage for the second time and got my 100th follower today which came pretty surprising but I'm fine with that.
So thanks to all of you there around the world who read my words and give me feedback on my blog and my life.
Stay as you are.
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The following is the result of my thoughts from the last weeks.

Since the summer started here in germany the last weekend I recognized how beautfiul the world actually is.
But it's a fact that everything you have ever seen or what you will ever see has its limits. Nothing on this world and nothing in the universe is immortal. Everything and everyone you will ever know will end someday. And so are you.
And you will never know how much time is left for you. The thinking about life, death and immortality leads you to the thought of the origin of life. Some say that every life is made with a sense, a target which it should achieve. But when there is a target then life is created on purpose and that is basically not possible, well the target-thing is possible but the planned creating of life can not be possible because the origin of life is based on many random happenings in the past. As example: If the meteroits that once built our earth would have collected themselves a little bit nearer to the sun no life could exist on our planet.
The good thing about the targets is that you have an actual believe and an actual sense in your life which you can follow.
I always thought how other people might feel or how other people experience their lifes.
You walk around the streets and look in the eyes of strangers an ask yourself: What is it like to be them?
Every human has a own story, own feelings and own opinions.
I think that you never can imagine to 100% how some other person feels.
I always try and mostly it helps them but I can never be sure if they really feel like i would feel in that situation.
Every human is uniqe in his mind and opinion, in his feelings and emotions.
Everyone should be treated with respect.

I have thits strange theory that we don't feel, see, taste or whatever things the same way but we call it the same way. Exampe: Person A sees something with the colour green. Person B sees it as blue but calls it green because it has learned from person A that what he sees is green even though he sees it in an other way.
Sounds strange doesn't it?

Note: I'm trying to do this more frequently with posting. Just sayin'. :D
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I think I've reached a point where I can't keep on hoping to find this one girl because I noticed that it won't happen at all when I aim to hard for it. Actually I recieved way more pain through this than experiencing something good from where I'm still far away. However, I have to stop dreaming and start living.
If it's meant to happen then it will happen. 
I was told that most of the girls want their boyfriends to be pretty and popular. (no offense girls, that's just what I heard). According to this I'm totally screwed because I'm not that popular. Well at least not what the society thinks what 'popular' means. I have not many but some really good friends and without them I wouldn't be here today.
Seriously. They're awesome. 
However back to topic: So I'm not really popular and I'm also not pretty, at least that's what I think.
So my chances aren't that good at all.
Of coures they're some girls out there who doesn't care about the look or the amount of friends of boys (I think there are many girls who think like that but they don't show it).
Also there is the friends problem. I don't know why but every girl I met just wants to be good friends with me because I'm so other than the other boys. That's actually a good thing but at one point it's kind of depressing. Maybe it's because most of the popular boys are just... well... not that nice if you know what I mean. So if I'm so other like them and so nice or supporting or whatever they're just so happy that there's someone whos not like that. Okay sounds weird....
But I can't explain it in an other way.
The result is that somehow it's very complicated for me to find a girl who loves me like I am.
It's a dream. You can't force dreams to happen. The time will come sooner or later.
Until then I have to stop hating myself and to live my life like I want it.
Enjoy every moment, because tomorrow maybe is the day it happens or the day I die.
I'll just wait here for her even though I don't know her.

I don't forget my dream. I'll let it happen, let it surprise me.


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