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Teija came on friday. Friday was awful. And I didn't send anything to the competition.
I stayed at Forssa. On saturday we drank some white wine that tasted like thin cider: bad.
I'm not on a mood to write about anything right now. So I won't.
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I'm happier. I realized that I need to get that happiness from my head, not from any delighting, cheering things happening around me. And I'm starting to figure out how to do that. But please, if I start to act like Marco Bjurström, tell me.
Or kill me straight.
I stayed at Forssa. On saturday we drank some white wine that tasted like thin cider: bad.
I'm not on a mood to write about anything right now. So I won't.
- - - - - -
I'm happier. I realized that I need to get that happiness from my head, not from any delighting, cheering things happening around me. And I'm starting to figure out how to do that. But please, if I start to act like Marco Bjurström, tell me.
Or kill me straight.