I want to go away. I want to hide. I want to disapear. I don't want to be here any more. I want to go to another place, to be at another place. I want to go to the future, the past. I want to go to a place where no one know me. I want to go to a place where everybody do know me. I want to be here where I know how things work. I want to be a place ( Read more... )

Det kommer en dag i morgen ( Read more... )

He makes me feel like a little girl. ^^

I feel empty, like something is missing. It feels like I've done things I shouldn't have done and haven't done things I should have. I hate it when I get this feeling. When I do all I want to do is to stay I'm sorry and apologize for everything wrong I've done. But I know things will only get worse if I do it, in other words I just have to suppress ( Read more... )

I am so happy I went with my boyfriend on holiday to Lillehammer. I had a great time. And the nicest thing about is all is that I feel it like I like him even more now. One of the days we were sitting on the bed he told me the nicest thing someone have ever told me, he gave me the biggest complement I ever got. He told me I am the first person he ( Read more... )

At Saturday(31.03.07) my boyfriend proved how sweet he really is. I knew that beforehand, but that day he really proved it. When he was in Israel in January he bought the perfume I prefer to use and saved it for a special occasion. I have no idea how he knew I used it, far less that I was running short of it. The date of our third month together ( Read more... )

Jeg, og bare jeg. Jeg har sett inn i mitt eget hjerte, og jeg kjenner menneskene. Jeg er ikke skap som noen av dem jeg har truffet; jeg våger å tro at jeg ikke er skapt som noe annet eksisterende vesen. - Jean-Jacues Rousseau fra Bekjennelser skrevet i 1760-åra.

On Sunday(March 25th) I told my boyfriend's parents about my family, how I feel about living with them, the whole sick twisted situation. And they kind of seemed like they understood, or at least they didn't seem judging. For sure they seemed like they cared. And one or two times during dinner and while we were cleaning the table his mother told me ( Read more... )

Det finnes en alder hvor en kvinne må være vakker for å bli elsket. Så kommer den alder hvor hun må være elsket for å være vakker.

This has been a joyful weekend. It all started on Friday, me being really scared of flunking in French because it has been going down since school started this year. But then the test I was being so scared of, among other things, turned out ok. At least it felt like it didn't go straight to where the sun doesn't shine. After school I ran off home ( Read more... )