Had a night out with Barry. Went to Little London (pub) and met up with her friend Thomas, who's from Stockholm, then brought him to Dancin Dingos and sat there drinking all night and played pool. Good night ( Read more... )

I have the biggest lump in my throat from dad yelling at me the latest 20 minutes and refusing to listen to me.
And of course he had to do it in front of Emma.
But I'm strong. I'm not fucking crying for him.
I hate him so much right now.
Will write about what happend at Jokke's party soon.

Merry Christmas ( Read more... )

Stressful times. Stressful times ( Read more... )

* I had a fucked up dream about meeting Pete Doherty and Hanna having sex with him (obviously I still consider her to be a fucking backstabber)
* I went to Mingel with Kikki (and her friends) and Amanda.
* One of Kikki's friends (a girl, can't recall her name) flirted with me.
* Kikki bought me rosé-wine and a tequila-shot.
* Kikki and I introduced ( Read more... )

Saw that I'd gotten this text this morning from either the twins, Ida, Emma or Stina;
"We just saw Peter (Doherty) for two hours in an apartment of like 15 square-meters...... He ended the gig with playing "Twist And SHout"..... SICK WORLD.
Then now I wrote back saying I hope they talked to him and they wrote:
"Eh yes we stood pressed against him for ( Read more... )

I was shaking when I went to bed last night. Creepy. So right, first thing I should do on Monday is calling the psychologist and getting an appointment. Sigh.
Today I watched loads of TV... Like Driving Lessons and I Now Pronounce You Chuck And Larry. Also I hung out some with my dad and brother. Hanna called me up and we went for a walk and she ( Read more... )

It's moments like this I just wanna die.
I'm so selfdestructive that it's pitiful.
No wonder Hanna told me that my life would make a greeeat movie.
So... don't be surprised if I jump off a cliff tomorrow.
I can't believe it ended like this.
After all those promises. So empty and hollow.
Am probably gonna go get alcohol poisoning on thursday at sticky ( Read more... )

I hate myself and for once I just want to die.
Everything I do, I do wrong.
Nobody holds on to me.
Mom's being horrible.
I wish I was someone better.
I'm just a waste of space.
I just wish god'd strike me with thunder so I wouldn't have to hurt anymore.
I hate my life.
bye

ps. cut myself again. sigh. ds.

Tomorrow is the feared national test in maths. Which is going to decide if I'm gonna have to spend a month of the summer in summer-school or not. Which will decide if I pass Maths B. Guh. (just shoot me now, will ya ( Read more... )