Det är något med nätter och trötthet. Speciellt när det är så mörkt och tyst, överallt. Då faller alla tankar på plats. Det är nästan så att man bara vill springa ut i kylan, bara för att känna sig levande. Lägga sig ner och göra en snöängel, bara för att skapa något. När man sen skakar av sig snön, försöker man skaka av sig alla tankar. Jag vet inte, men det känns speciellt. Jag hatar det nog lika mycket som jag älskar det.

I've no reason, I've no reason to live all like this
Collect this dust from lies and grief and promises

I can't hand over pain
This life is so hollow
And I can't make the rain
To drown my own sorrow
And I can't stand this life
When you are my poison

well hello there guys.

hehehe, i dont knuu.. Its just somthing about the redcolour and the dotz.. I dunnoow... I just like it som much that i could eat it like a cup cake, then throw it up, then take a shower and then take some sleep pillz so i can sleep. Now as you can see, me is very tired. And very hungry. And yez, not much more to say. The day has been longyloong-tong-song-yo..

Allt började så här:

Jag vaknade, very nice. Tog ett bad, very hot. (yez, in many ways it was quiet hot). I didnt listening to music, no no. But the phone started to ringing, so i hade to get up and touch the freaking cold air, BRRR!! ......

much more later:

I go to school, mh-hmm very nice. Did the religion done, MH-HMM me like-y. Then i had an art lession, VERY NICE! My pocal to my wounderful mother was done, (yes she became like an angel when i hand it over in her hands), (..Unfortiounal i had to take the dish anyways......enough!) .... Oh, then i go to my grandmah, then after that to the town with some biatches.

After all that, dinner and stuff:

Frida came to me, i finnish the dishing and then we go to Josh Davids (aka Boy Gaga). He was on the computer, as usual. We then go to Ica, then after I go home and wait for my chauuför to arive. As soon he came, i came home, then now im sitting here.

Tomorrow:

I have electriz lära, wich means i will learn more then usual on my day with my father. I look forward to reta, för tomorrow he will be one year closer to his death (i dunno if i really can reta han for that.. But i know that i will, so just stop.) My father is going to the 42 nojja. Very nice. Old vice man. (i did actually lie about that, he is not vice.) But yez, that is what i look forward to.

Yez, me purrcat löwes the english.