there is no such thing.
I wrote a whole story about love here on my blog, but I soon realised that I am done with this shit so I deleted it. Why is this thing so important to people and why write about love when there is no such thing?
I haven't slept for three days and tomorrow I'm going up early to clean out my room at my mums place since I'm now living in Lund in my own apartment. My mind is stressed and I don't know how to stop it. In Paris I would just go get sleepingpills but I can't really do that in Sweden...
So, I went to France, I got back friday night and lets just say it didn't turn out quite the way I expected. I'm sad about it but what the hell are u gonna do right? I was ruined and I gave it a chance to kinda try it again and it worked for about two months. But now it seems to be over now and it happened so fast that I haven't even realised how it happened. All I know is that I'm so so sad and so so disappointed. I am officially back where I started and I really thought I was building something up. I am now asking myself the question everybody is asking then self when they are hurt and feeling sorry for them selfs: What am I never enough?
But there isn't really anyway to protect oneself from getting hurt. Either you choose to let people run you over again and again and again... or just just say, fuck it and you make your own happiness, that way you don't get hurt, because know this: If you trust people, you will get hurt. It's starting to become a fact. I am going to live by it from now on.
I spent all day with my best friend Maria trying to get sattle in, there is still a lot to do and and I got my Chagall poster framed today and I will frame my beautiful "Paris, je t'aime" poster :)
This is where I will spend most of my days and nights now. My new
apartment.
bisous bisous
I haven't slept for three days and tomorrow I'm going up early to clean out my room at my mums place since I'm now living in Lund in my own apartment. My mind is stressed and I don't know how to stop it. In Paris I would just go get sleepingpills but I can't really do that in Sweden...
So, I went to France, I got back friday night and lets just say it didn't turn out quite the way I expected. I'm sad about it but what the hell are u gonna do right? I was ruined and I gave it a chance to kinda try it again and it worked for about two months. But now it seems to be over now and it happened so fast that I haven't even realised how it happened. All I know is that I'm so so sad and so so disappointed. I am officially back where I started and I really thought I was building something up. I am now asking myself the question everybody is asking then self when they are hurt and feeling sorry for them selfs: What am I never enough?
But there isn't really anyway to protect oneself from getting hurt. Either you choose to let people run you over again and again and again... or just just say, fuck it and you make your own happiness, that way you don't get hurt, because know this: If you trust people, you will get hurt. It's starting to become a fact. I am going to live by it from now on.
I spent all day with my best friend Maria trying to get sattle in, there is still a lot to do and and I got my Chagall poster framed today and I will frame my beautiful "Paris, je t'aime" poster :)
This is where I will spend most of my days and nights now. My new
apartment.
bisous bisous
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