Dienstag, 30. November 2010

nightmares again

today was a good day.
didn't expect that after such a terrible night.
i dunno what it is, that i lately dream of blood and me cutting heads of or getting ripped or whatever.
this whole nightmare thing is nothing new, but before it was not that bloody and detailed.
they murdered my family, but there wasn't so much blood and i didn't see their organs fly around.
so every half an hour i woke up, sweating, gasping, with racing heart.
when i think about it now i wonder how i got anything done today.
good to have a wolf next to you to make you know everything is allright.
i hope this won't go on all night again.

i thought i'm done with this.......

i love my job.
i love my man.
and i got people around who love me.
what do i want more!?
strange how much you can take when there is someone you can rely on, who loves and cares for you and is definitely letting you know it.
otherwise i would've refused already with all that stuff i gotta do.
but he makes me want to get my shit together.


people, you need to accept it:
less is LESS!

Sonntag, 28. November 2010

braintrash 4

 braintrash again.
das musste definitiv raus nach diesem wochenende...

 "ich hasse dich!" -
"Ja, ich weiß, alex. ich hasse dich, verlass mich nicht."
sollte er sich tatsächlich mit der thematik beschäftigen/ beschäftigt haben?

Donnerstag, 25. November 2010


I'm close to givin' up on him...
the fucked up thing is he himself wants me to.
i hate this.
and i keep eatin' and eatin' and still losin' weight.
this is not only fuckin my mind, but my body, too...

by the way, night shift sux.
poor wolf...

Mittwoch, 24. November 2010

damn google...

my beautiful tomcat.
simply love!

er hat mich tatsächlich gegoogelt.
und meinen blog gefunden.
ich hatte eigentlich nie das gefühl, etwas vor ihm verbergen zu müssen und trotzdem war mir bei dem gedanken unwohl.
so the moon is well up in again.
i wonder if it changed something in his mind...
when i called him, i felt something was different the last 2 days.
maybe it was just my imagination.

so just in case u read this:
dear moon,
i wish u were here right know to talk to me
being like we were when we were younger
u remember this?
it was great.
unfortunately it will never be like this again.
i always tell kobe whenever he gets jealous, it isn't hard to be better then we were because those were hard times,in contrast to his ex-girlfriend with who he had 5 good year.
we both made it harder than it had to be.
but he doesn't know, how hard it will be to be better than us and to keep me.
but he's trying so hard to be better than he was in all of his relationships that i can't refuse that he truly loves me.
i really wish, dear moon, we weren't so dumb to throw it all away.
and i wish you would've make me feel that u still belong to me.
for me this was always clear at every point in our relation.
even when i hated u because u again lied to me, broke my heart, whatever.
but not for you i guess.
i should stop thinkin' of u so much and accept the facts.
but it hurts that the pieces to the puzzle don't fit.
i try so hard to move on.
i just can't believe that this is all there is in the end.
a call every now and then.
a superficial talk about this and that.
hard to bare for me, you seem to like it that way.
that makes it even harder.
we're still so different...
i always thought we're in this together but i never felt so let down by you.
but for the first time, i not feel like this is going to kill me.
it's going to be okay.
i'll see.

Dienstag, 23. November 2010

my shoes

my favorite shoes.
i got lots o them...
a friend gave them to me.
and by the way:
 i'm sorry, dear fat, old lady, but you're baby is very ugly!
i know you can't see it, 'cause it's yours, that's why i tell you.
still i wish u both lots of fun with each other.

Sonntag, 21. November 2010


pastel on yellow paper, '10
i puked the whole day yesterday.
wasn't much fun...

Freitag, 19. November 2010

stone & wood

"my moon on wood" 19/11/10
was für eine woche...
und die nächste wird nur noch schlimmer.
ich hatte ganz vergessen wie anstrengend verpflichtungen wie schule, klausuren etc sind....
so wenig zeit zum zeichnen, dass ich schon richtig unausgeglichen bin.
"my moon on stone" 19/11/10

Montag, 15. November 2010

a hard weekend

"die weltfremde und der verpeiler", 12/11/10
die meisten namen meiner classmates sind mir nicht geläufig.....

our first real argument about the moon.
he was really hurt, just because i'm a dumb bitch.
how could i think it was a good idea to meet the moon 5 o'clock in the morning?
in his flat.
as if anything good happened ever before when we did something like this.
i'm not used to this " i got a boyfriend and can not do whatever i want with whoever i want".
sometimes i still forget.

he was upset the whole saturday, but it was okay when he went home.
later we fucked his ex-girlfriends head.
funny for me.
he told me so many times that he adores me, that i gotta belive him.
and she is out!
everyone could see, she is so angry with me....
and she runs after him like a fuckin' dog, tryin' to look as if it wasn't so.
he always tells me i shouldn't let her bother me, 'cause i won.
i guess he's right.
he didn't even look at her.
he said he wants to be with me forever.
and that he's not the type of man who tells a woman he loves her, if he did not think about it and considered it was for longer then just 2 or 3 years.
forever is a very long time...

Donnerstag, 11. November 2010

no time

pastels, 11/11/10
24 hours are definitely not enuogh for a boyfriend, myself, my cats, school and my art.
not to mention friends and family....

ich komme zu GAR nichts und dieser mist da oben hat auch nur 10 min gedauert.
eigentlich hätte ich lernen sollen.
post aus istanbul with a kiss and a heart.
it makes me... nervous.

Mittwoch, 10. November 2010

tell me it's over, i still love you the same

i found a letter today
a letter to the moon:
"the only reason why i keep u near is the same reason why i keep my father near, 'though i hate him for all he's done to me.
i hope u both will one day understand how u made me go through hell and what u made me cope with, understand what loss i had to deal with and how this everlasting image u both left in my mind changed my entire life and mind for the worse.
the long term effect of u will always be a broken soul, lack of self-esteem and these scars i can see everyday covering my arms and my whole body.
none of u both will ever feel what i felt, that i'm pretty sure of, and u will also not know how deep u hurt me and how u made me be a shadow of myself.
how can u even THINK of a fuckin' friendship between us after all u have done to me??
i will probably never have a normal relation to men, sex or violence and will always try to subject any man, just to get him in control, even when i'm not interested in him.
i will punish every man and let him suffer whatever he can take, for something u have done to me.
and secretly i will hate u from the bottom of my heart every second i talk to u, evertime i have to look in your traitor face and everytime our bodies slightly meet, i will hate u.
flaming, white hate, that only people like me are able to feel, sick people.
i bet u don't know the feeling when your emotion is that intense, that it takes your breath, that u need to hold on, 'cause u can do nothing else but feel.
once, this feeling when i thought about u was love.
but u ruined it now.
and i am not able to be your friend, no matter what ever happens between us, i am not able.
there's too much guilt to pay for u.
'cause all i did to u was never because i'm a coward bitch, but for i adored you.
and this made me insane.
even when i've been at my worst, i always loved u and gave u everything i could, though it wasn't much at some time, but i tried my best.
i been sick, u made me this over the years.
u always been a coward bitch and hurt me just cause you thought of yourself first. now i will never be able again to feel real joy or pity or whatever for you when u need it.
just hate, scorn and disdain.
i know we been trough a lot and a long time, but i just can't.
that's why we never can be friends.
so always remember: the only reason why i keep u near is because i hate you.
but i'm much too proud to show this."

this is exactly how i feel today.
i wish it wasn't so, i wish u couldn't still make me cry.
i wish we could be friends.

he just called me to ask how i am, though he's with his friends, he somehow feels guilty about it.
he didn't leave my flat the last 4 days but still feels not good when he does now.
just to hear my voice, to tell me he loves me and see you tomorrow, honey.
so now i'm feeling even worse about thinkin' about the moon who never appreciated my love like him.
and still doesn't do.
this all shouldn't make me so sad. and angry. and vindictive. and hurt.
i said so many tearful goodbyes to you, but still i can't bear the thought that you don't love me anymore.
though i hate u when i think about the past a second.
it drives me crazy.
i wish u'd be honest to me this one time and tell me why u did this to me. to us.


Dienstag, 9. November 2010

daily sketches

two days ago or some.
need to go to school now.
i think i got my motivation back.

Freitag, 5. November 2010

daily sketches

"arrogance", A4
"Let's fart.", 10x14cm
"Storch & Skalpell", A5
ich mag menschen mit tierköpfen.
alles heute mit 8B bleistift.

Mittwoch, 3. November 2010


i thought, i might rename him...
cause he loves basil and got a basil plant.
and a little racoon.
i love the name basil, so maybe...
somehow i think it fits.
even more then tarsier.
i need to think bout it.

Montag, 1. November 2010

all my evils

all my evils, '10
it was bound to happen...
i tried too hard to avoid it.
i threw one of my fits.
it was too much of everything.
i threw a fit and he's been there for me.
he was perfect.
didn't got angry, did not went away, he stayed and held me.
ignoring my remarks how much i hate him and want him to leave.
he knew i was lyin' and was not too proud to fail  to hear this shit.
my eyes hurt.
half an hour later he talked about how we could celebrate our jubilee in a few months and that he wants to invite me for dinner tomorrow.
like i didn't cry and yelled at him, insulted him, told him that i want to be without him.
can anyone believe that?
how great, understanding and patient can one man be?
my arms look terrible.
i'm tired.
he made me feel like it's okay. that i won't lose his love for this bullshit.
he loves me with all my evils.
i never met a greater man...