Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz suffered terribly after a breakup. Several months earlier, he had initiated a breakup with the girl he loved deeply. The reason was both banal and terrifying: a loss of feelings. He thought this moment would be a new beginning, but later realized he had made a mistake. He began drinking more, smoking more, and being alone with his thoughts, which consumed him from head to toe. Tom realized: he hadn't fallen out of love; he had overwrought himself with a lack of emotion in his personal life and ended things with the person he loved most.

Night. Alcohol had become the best sedative again. He hadn't been able to stand in his own apartment for a month. Everything reminded him of her. From the kitchen to the bedroom, every thing was saturated with memories that tore him apart. Today, he couldn't stand it any longer, and realizing he might do something terrible, he got in his car and sped to her house. Half an hour later, he was running up the stairs and, reaching her apartment, sighed and rang the doorbell several times in a row. His heart was pounding, he wanted to scream from the unnatural sensations, and when he heard the lock slam shut, Kaulitz yanked the handle, rushing inside. Despite her sleepy state, he scooped her up and, walking into the bedroom, threw himself on the bed, clinging to her like a little boy.

Tom: Forgive me, I'm a complete fool.