But only if you are

I love those late night bicycle trips. All thought i was little bit loosy goosy. It was as if I had swum in the ocean, air was warm cold. And it was nice to listen old lykke li stuff, it has been a while.

And i mess up things AGAIN. I get to suffer. again. My tongue is burned, my voice is gone, my face is ugly.
HA HA HA!

They say i'm clueless

I'm sorry about my last text, it was those days when you want to scream the words out of your moth. And sing florence and the machine so loud that he could hear.

Days are going the same, sewing, sleeping and dreaming, drinking morning coffee outside in sunlight, eating, give love to dog, lots of thinking.. ouh and working that i could get some money, but don't know yet where to spend it. I really want to go with my friend to Amsterdam. Or somewhere else.

Yesterday i saw cool people but i was still lonely. i'm so shy.

and people say to me that i look clueless.. Not the people yesterday.

Oh dear.

And i would give all this and heaven too

New year 2012

I hate myself, i hate myself. This ignorance is killing me and i'm so confused and frustrated. Something is holding me still, but i have plenty works to do and i can't do it. whyy. what is wrong with me.

And i hate these stupid horoscopes which i have obsession to read every day. The words controll my life and the fucking stars. "Monday is worth of three stars" fucking hate it! I thought it would guide me and tell me what i should do and what shouldn't. But that's just bullshit! Never trust the horoscopes.

I cry.

This writing doesn't help. i'm still going to read those horoscopes.. maybe. i must try hard to not read.

And this boy is in my dreams, i think i like him very much and i do but i don't get the time. I have to tell it face to face and i try and try. And now he must think about me as i stalk him or i have obsession of him. And i think when i get the time, it's too late by then. I'm always getting shit on my neck.

I've never experienced the love. ( i don't mean family.) or feel it or see it. Oh dear i mean, nobody hasn't told me or shown interest in me. something is wrong. obviously!

Isn't it wonderful that my writings is always the same shit.

I need answers. i have to think again and think little bit more.

You turn me on

uuh so hot! good song and pretty badass movie!
love it

I knew i was ugly.

 

Loving joose and smelling weird. like smoke and barbeque mushrooms. And thinking too much that i don't even know any more what i'm thinking.

We are all weird

This make me smile with my eyes, but mouth just look the same. Watch this movie if you haven't seen it yet. It contains lots of good. Smile smile smile.

"I don't shut up, i grow up, and when i look at you, i throw up. äää."

This keeps me up at night.

If i could go back in time, i would like to live that day again.