Straight to business. I have a chance to leave Uppsala and I'm not sure whether or not I should take it.

Uppsala. The city I love to hate. The city that killed me and then gave birth to me again. The city of much happiness and much fun, many friends and lots of good things. The city where I've created myself a life on my own.
     A city that's in my ( Read more... )

The Storytelling Festival of this year is over. :'(
     It took place in my hometown last weekend, and it was so great. I met up with old acquaintances from all over Sweden, witnessed Dad playing Dylan songs, heard Irish folk tales, African stories, sad tales of princes and musicians; and listened to ghost stories in the middle of the night, after ( Read more... )

I'm so frightened.

It's one of those days. You know, one of those days during which you question your existence and cannot find an answer no matter how hard you try.

Back when I was used to having those days every day, I could usually just go with the flow; pretend that the feelings would eventually go away.
        I can't do that anymore.
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