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What have I done today?
I’ve been listening to music. (30 Seconds To Mars in my little beating heart)
I eat a huge slice of lasagna with loads of ketchup on top.
And I have cleaned my closet and sorted out my clothes.
I’m lucky. Damn lucky. I’m born into this world to a caring and loving family that has given me food, love and shelter every single day. I’m healthy and I have no problems in school since I always get straight A’s.
I am also talanted in sports, such as soccer.
But still I’m damn messed up. I’m damaged. My mind is totally fucked up. And that is my own fault. I will tell you all about it when I feel like writing.
Today is all about comfort!
In the first picture: Old jeans, tanktop – H&M, striped sweater – Sonia Rykiel
In the second picture: Old jeans, tanktop – H&M, dressy pink jacket – Sonia Rykiel.
Now, what do you think?
I just woke up and realized that it already is Sunday. Shit!
And I’m freezing. But I’m always cold though, because I have something wrong inside of me.
It feels great to be blogging for WordPress now. Even though I’m not writing in my own language.
Pictures are a good way of remembering and expressing feelings.
What are the odds of me ever succeeding in the tough fashionindustry? Very high odds probably. There are thousand and thousands of girls who want it just as much as me – or even more, but there are only a handful of people that reaches their goals.
Believe in yourself and it’ll take you far.
Have a bit of luck and you’ll go even further.
I am very afraid of lots of things.
I am afraid of:
- Big trucks.
- Needles.
- Death.
- Myself.
Out of these four things, it’s the last two that I’m going to talk about here in this post. Death and fear of myself.
In my world both of them are serious issues. I’m not afraid of dying myself, but I’m so scared by the fact that life is so frail and that the people I love will fade away into eternity.
I feel like I neglect people by not talking to them all of the time, and tell them how much they mean to me. What if they die tomorrow? Then I wouldn’t have the chance to say how much I love every single one of them.
Why am I afraid of myself? Well, I’ve had a lot of stuff going on lately. And I’ve got my heart broken so many times that I don’t even care anymore.
I’m not capable of feeling warm or fuzzy feelings. I’m like a rock without a beating heart or any feelings. My boyfriend slept with some other girl – I didn’t cry. My grandmother died – I didn’t cry. Someone threatened to rape me – I didn’t cry. I’m afraid that I’m going to end up like a total psycho.
Sometimes I wish that I would look a bit cuter. Have a softer face that is more appealing to the masses. And how I would love to be taller than I actually am.
Then I think of how unique my face makes me, and that it is after all the inside that counts.
But why are we so keen on looking our best? Well, because it takes a stranger a second to notice you as good looking but it takes one hell of a lot more time for them to recognize you as a good person.
This picture kind of reminds me of Robyn’s song Dancing On My Own. Because isn’t it what we all do sometimes? Dance on our own, because the other fellas don’t understand the beat.
Or maybe it just looks like a powerstretch?
Goodmorning everyone! I feel like a small presentation is necessary now. Yes, that person with red shorts on the picture is me. And yes, I do look a little grumpy. That is not because I didn’t get any candy this morning.
Oh well, I’m fifteen years old. (Born 1995 in february). And I’m probably like a normal girl, except for my odd humor and high ambitions. I love all kinds of sports, and I dare to say that I’m quite good at it too. I also have a thing for photography, and I have this silly dream of becoming a model one day. But that is not possible because of my height and blah, blah, blah..
And sorry if you see grammar-errors, but I’m from Sweden and my english has never been that good. Bah. And OH! You can follow me on twitter @AlexandraSweden
