another time.

When you feel so misplaced you could die. I DON'T WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE.

Scratch on my window

There's a scratch on my window and it's telling a story. A story about a girl who wanted to leave and see the world. A girls who was to locked in and it didn't make sense to her curious mind. She did anything to leave, just to leave. So she left and those times changed her. When she returned, she knew that she didn't belong there anymore. So the scratch on the window became an important symbol for her wish to escape her old life. It helped her to survive those years she had to stay before she could leave again. It can mean so much, just a scratch on my window.

What if I belong here?

I wanna be somwhere else.

First love was never meant for me

I was so blinded but I can see clearly now. If love is forever, then I didn't really love you. Or I did, then love can die. Maybe there's hope for foolish lovers too. Your a liar and your dirty to me. Now you've made me realise it's not good enough to say I don't care (because I actually do, but not in the way I expected) but to say; you're out of my life. Now I know for sure that you weren't worth all those tears, but they weren't in vain though, I really learnt much from them. I let go a long time a go so you're not a problem for me, not at all. I'm just happy to escape from you. Thank you for...for what? Nothing I guess, but it turned out to be so great for me. Thanks whatever you are to me.
Stronger and I love it.

I believe in love

And I shall never give up.
I'm gonna pray for you.

No one know how it hurts.


Happy New Year

New years fading into old years. What's the difference, really? I left the worst but also my best year behind and I haven't really thought about everything I've been through this year. Not yet. I've grown up this year. For sure.

I started last year with a feeling I never had before, a bit dizzy and very happy. I was happy, indeed. I was still very young and naive. I proceeded, still happy but sometimes confused. I remained rather happy until April or May. That's when it all got really messed up inside. The happiness ended in June and the summer was painful and I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. The worst happened just before the ending of the summer. I can't really write about it since I can't understand it really happened. But it's real, awful and true. Problems solved, physically and I left the country, happier than ever. I was happier than ever the first weeks, I could live only on that energy that came from being happy. I've never felt that before. I went through alot that autumn and I changed. In a good way. That's all I can say and now it's time for me to sleep.

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