I'm free like a feather. Thanks for letting me go. I wrote a poem about you long time ago about you having a problem with me drinking too much. I've learned that I wasn't the problem but you were with...

Manchmal packt mich ein Gefühl, dass sich nicht beschreiben lässt. Eine Sehnsucht nach Etwas. Es existiert nur in meinem eigenen kleinen Universum und doch ist es allumfassend, nimmt allen Platz im L...

This short story is about my best friend. He killed himself 3 years ago in August. And sometimes it still hurts, but it's okay to feel pain. And it's okay to cry. This story is for everyone, who miss...