Gestern habe ich den ersten Eintrag geschrieben. Ehrlich gesagt hätte ich nicht gedacht, dass es sich so gut anfühlt, die eigenen Gedanken einmal aufzuschreiben. Normalerweise kreisen sie einfach im Kopf herum. Heute hatte ich das Gefühl, etwas klarer zu sehen. Ich bin gegen halb acht aufgewacht. Das Erste, was ich gemacht habe, war einen Blick […]
Mein Name ist Dennis. Ich bin 20 Jahre alt, schlank, 1,82 m groß und studiere nebenbei. Ich spiele mehrmals pro Woche Tennis, gehe regelmäßig ins Fitnessstudio und achte auf meine Ernährung. Ich lese gerne, interessiere mich für Mode, Geschichte und Psychologie und komme meistens gut mit Menschen ins Gespräch. Besonders Frauen scheinen mich sympathisch zu […]
I believe there's a difference between being seen and being recognized. Being seen can happen quickly. A glance on the street. A compliment on a photo. Someone saying your style looks good, that your hair falls nicely, that black nails suit you. Being seen feels good, sometimes even powerful. […]
I believe that intimacy doesn't just change how you think about another person. It also changes how you see yourself when that person isn't around. I hadn't understood that before. I always thought dating happened mainly in the moments you were together. On a walk. On a bench. In a […]
I believe there are nights that don't end when you get home. They keep going. Not outside, not visible, but somewhere under the skin. You stand in your own room, take off your shoes, take off your rings, wipe away your eyeliner, and still, something of that night clings to you. A scent. A […]
I think I was long afraid that someone might like me just for my looks. That might sound strange, because I chose this look myself. The black hair, the chains, the rings, the nail polish, the dark shirts, the eyeliner, this whole mix of gaming room, anime posters, night music, and internet melancholy. I wanted to be visible […]
It was a quiet evening, one of those where the outside world seemed a bit more muted. The sky hung heavy over the rooftops, streetlights reflected on the damp asphalt, and in my room, only the small lamp on the desk was lit. Everything felt soft, almost cautious, as if this moment [...]
I think some evenings only really sink in later. Not immediately, not at the moment you're still driving through the night with headphones on, and the train windows reflect your own image back at you. Not when your heart is still beating faster from music, closeness, and too much cola. But only the next morning, […]
I always thought that once I found my style, I would automatically become more confident. At least, that's how I imagined it. At twelve, there was that black hoodie. At fifteen, the first black nail polish. At seventeen, the eyeliner I tried in the bathroom at night and immediately wiped off. At eighteen, the new [...]
Today was one of those days where I realized something had changed within me. Not suddenly, not loudly, not like a thunderstorm. More quietly. As if a window were being opened somewhere inside me, letting in fresh air for the first time in a long time. I don't even really know how […]