Oh hello!

Whoa! It's been way too long since I last wrote. Such a failure!

I'm awake, the new day has just started and sun is starting to shine even more minute by minute. It never gets dark here in Sweden during summer, love it.

Ugh, lost my voice. I've never really lost it before, not like this. It's totally gone basically and I can't do anything. Spent the afternoon sitting on the bathroom floor feeling nauseous so this day pretty much sucked. The reason why I'm still awake (it's almost five in the morning) is that I took a long nap so I wouldn't throw up anymore...haha. I really should sleep!

xoxo

It's always the same thing! I'm crazy xD

Gotta study for the freaking test now!!! omgomgomgomg

I saw you today and my heart froze.
And you just brought me back to what I left because of the things that hurt.
I saw you beautiful and eager,
turning your head to make the view clear,
to see if it was me you caught.

The place was so crowded.
It's amazing you saw me and I you.
But I'm not surprised.
Isn't that what we used to do?
Finding each other for better or worse.
And how did we ever get to this?

I know now that this is how things will end.
We can't be lovers, and you can't be my friend.

One

It feels like time is hunting me down.
And a young person isn't supposed to feel this way.

And it's like my very own shadow is avoiding me.
Whatever that might be.

Who promised me to give me more than this?
No one?
I guess I did myself.

And this is just another phase of the complete nonsense stuck in my brain.
Some sort of reflecion, but of what I don't know.

Sometimes you just have to give up what you love.

So it has been a while now? Kind crap, well anyway...about the title.

Yes, I guess you just have to give up what you love to get somewhere. I don't really know if I'm ready, but then again, I might as well just do it. The sooner the better and the sooner I can return.

When I grow up

I want to be an author, I said. And then I wanted to become an asronaut, and artist, a fire man, a rockstar (still hoping!), Mozart, comic-book artist, artist, journalist, photographer, artist, actor, journalist, author, rockstar, photographer, artist...yeah.

See how it all ends? I want to grow up and become an artist in some way!

Or fight for mother earth. I keep getting more passionate about it.

Fuck it

I really shouldn't write words like "fuck" because my family in asia will think I'm evil. Or something.
But since it doesn't hurt anyone, who cares? It's harmless.

Anyway, fuck it. Yup. That's what I think. I can't explain stuff here.

Hmm. This is how I feel. Blaaaaah :S