Monday, February 7, 2011

Getting Rid Of Ulcers On The Throat

Dear Mama ...

Ich danke dir für den heutigen Tag und für unser Gespräch vorhin. Es ist gut endlich zu wissen, das du auch nach diesen schlimmen Monaten nichts verstanden hast. Du steht mit deiner Meinung da und die ist so festgefroren wie das Eis aus deinem Gefrierfach. 

Ich danke dir dafür, dass du mir immer das Gefühl gibst so wichtig zu sein, dass ich jedesmal in eine Depression verfalle, nachdem ich mit dir gesprochen habe. Es ist einfach schön zu wissen, das du an mich glaubst und dass du meine Fähigkeiten besonders schätzt. 

Ich danke dir dafür, dass du mir jeden Tag aufs neue von deinem ach so tollen Leben vorschwärmst, mit dem du ja besonders unzufrieden bist. Es freut mich wirklich sehr das du immer ein offenes Ohr für mich hast, während du dein glückliches Leben an dir vorbeirauschen lässt.

Ich danke dir dafür, dass du ein wirkliches Vorbild für mich bist, denn ich kann zu dir aufschauen um mich gleichzeitig erniedrigt zu fühlen. Es ist nicht möglich jemand besseren zu finden als dich, denn du bist genau so, wie ich schon immer nicht werden wollte. 

Ich danke dir dafür, dass du meine Sätze not interrupt when I want to tell something interesting, you meanwhile your boring stories container for you. It's just always been the remarkably long ago changed the subject, if I ever get to speak.

I praise you that you always show me what is right, you while you hide behind your own mess . It's nice to have a clean apartment, while a man is always dusty.

I thank you that you have supported so many times my hobbies that you did not talk to me. It was not too hard to hide every time my guitar in bed box, when you came to visit.

I thank thee, that I have learned through you to be a happy man, always laughing. I find it not difficult to hide my concern for others.

I thank thee, that thou me daily show how much you love me and flood me with your praise. It is hard not to stand for joy, while you call me as a miserable shit bitch.

I praise you, that you never decide on my head away, without asking me for my opinion. It is reassuring to know that one can be forced to do anything and suddenly wakes up with a needle in his arm.

I thank you that you have shown me what is depression. It was easy to recognize me as I had previously studied at you.

I praise you that you think tablets would solve all my problems. It is easy to believe that drugs heal wounds, but souls can not purge it.

Thank you that you feel bad was when I was in the hospital. It was not easy for me to understand that you have expelled me.

I thank you that you want to protect me from the stories of the village people that you yourself have put into circulation. It was nice of you to know that today, finally.

I thank thee, that my friends have turned away from me before, only to find that I'm a suicidal girl who seeks to die memories.

But I especially thank you for it, that you are not interested have for technology. It's not that hard to hide my blog before you, while everyone else can read my thoughts publicly.

And much more I thank thee, that irony and sarcasm is a foreign language for you. Even if one day you would read these lines, you could not understand them.

your Denise

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