From the monthly archives: July 2010

I know that you’re never gonna’ be just a face in the crowd.. (Never stop looking at me)
I saw a movie on TV yesterday. and I swear to god it felt like I was watching my life on repeat.
and it also felt like I got a sneakpeak of what is to come. but I’m not sure witch part I played.
It made me feel sick. I don’t really know why.
If you believe in love at first sight, you never stop looking

I think I lack some emotions.. most of the time it feels like someone has put a filter or
something on my emotions. or just lowered the opacity. it al feels so blurry. Usually
I lack emotions like sympathy and empathy. I understands these feelings very well,
but I can’t feel them. It disturbs me. I can still feel guilt though.
But it doesn’t help. it just makes me feel like the worst person in the world.
was I always this messed up..?

Doh, now I did it again. filling my blog with stupid thoughts. Anyway,

“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.”

 

Hello again. I thought I’d post some more pictures of my dreads. Since they’ll probably be gone soon. Summer is also coming to an end. makes me sad. I don’t want it to end. Also, I got in to a design program. but… it’s in Malmö. so if I want to go there, I have to move to Malmö. and I need to decide soon. I don’t know if I want to go or not.. I hate deciding… I don’t want to make the wrong choises.. can’t somebody just tell me what’s right…

And if somebody’s going to make it
then this somebody ought to be you
And I keep telling my reflection
Ambitions are already starting to fade

 

Why can’t the universe give me a break?
Maybe ’cause I don’t deserve it…
Everything is upside down and inside out.
I don’t know what’s right or wrong anymore.
I don’t know anything. I’m lost.
I deleted my facebook account again.
it feels necessary. it doesn’t feel right, but it feels necessary.

Oh and I have dreads now. only synthetic though. but I like ‘em.

I’m tumbling. I’m falling upside down. I think I’m doing the right thing. Bur why does it feel so wrong?