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Dette er min første blog. Og det glæder mig at jeg allerede har fået 1 følger. Det skyldes nok at jeg går ind og oversætter det jeg har skrevet til engelsk.
Putting on a fake smile everyday is beginning to become difficult..
What have I gotten myself into....
Some days I want to believe. That I have the choice to leave. Others I want to stay. And have my friends just say hey. I would love to leave. And leave behind all I know. Others I would stay behind.
Sometimes I really don’t feel like existing like not in a suicidal way but I just wish there was a way of pausing life so that I could sleep for a few weeks and figure some stuff out and then not...
Some people are scared and afraid for to see the Real Me. I'm not!.
I hate having to be in a class full of ignorant people who never shut the fuck up. Always criticizing someone or just having the last word. It's not that serious.
Gosh, I now understand some people juggling between few classes college, homework, and being on committee as well as fashion designer, shoot me please!.
I haven't been on in forever. I'm sorry about that. I've just been busy. I haven't been able to read any bodies stories... I also haven't been able to work on mine.
His eyes are blue and his hair is blonde. He hugs me close and calls me beautiful. He will never cheat or flirt with girls. He texts me everyday and calls me every night.
When you start to feel illness coming on and you know it's going to be uncomfortable, you brace yourself for the pain and the days where you can only lye in bed, waiting to feel like yourself again.
When you lose reason (biased) you turn to logic (unbiased) ------------- I am in a Thinking mood today.
The last time we both looked back. The first time we both looked forward. The last time we fall in love. The next time was the first time we both kindled. The first time was the last time I was me.
I enjoy sitting with people following any faith. Usually of course the conversation ends up with "I respect your views and let's talk about something else".
I have a lot of grey hair for a 39 year old. Is it better to go all grey and cut it short or keep dying it and grow it long?.
I can't sleep. It's only 11:30pm but I haven't slept before midnight for a few days now and I'm so tired. Yet I still can't sleep.
I haven't been using Opuss regularly of late. There are reasons. Internet bans, my iPod crashing, lack of inspiration. But it was mainly because lately I've been feeling pretty damn rough.
All my words sound right in my head, but when I say them, it always comes out wrong. People take my words the wrong way and it really frustrates me..
Why do I feel so sad all the time. I have this horrible ache in my chest that never seems to go away.
You change after you have seen your whole life flash before your eyes, your view of life changes.You identify the beauty, but then you identify the ugly, every thinks the know what life is and how to...
Talking about my earliest days as a child is very hard for me. As I have stated in my previous blog entries (I was born in Belarus Russia, where I lived in a terribly impoverished orphanage.
The gun doesn't kill. The father with the beautiful daughter does..
I wish that I was beautiful or at least believe that I was beautiful.
Yesterday was one of those days that begin with a fanfare. From morning until evening, everything goes smoothly.