Jeg sier ikke at jeg elsker ham (rister på hodet), men det går den veien.

What do you do...

What do you do when you have a need to show someone your weakness, but don't really have anyone to show it to?

What do you do when you want to cry, but don't because you're too proud?

What do you do when you want to cry, but you don't really have the time?

What do you do when you would like someone to know you're sad inside, but at the same time not have anyone you would like to show it to?

How do you manage to keep on even though your whole entire body hurts?

How do you manage to keep on even though you're so tired you fall in bed?

How do you manage to be you?

Easy. You love it.

Freedom

Today, I realised that I can get anything I want. Nothing is impossible. I can get every guy that I want to, as long as I put my mind to it as selv-loving as that might sound, I now know, that this, for a fact, is true. I can make friends in every country, and I can manage to learn anything. This is my idea of freedom. This is how I feel free.

This is a good feeling, one of the best in the world.

First priority will from now be:

* Get my license (I really have to get that!)

So.. I guess I will be reading a lot......

MISS WONDERFUL IS BACK <3

Mi familia es you

Om du rapper litt i hodet ditt, blir ikke dette så værst til være skrevet på to minutter, altså!

I’ve been in Spain

For some days,

Never saw no rain,

Never gained no pain,

I just saw your face.

I got home today,

And no one cares that way,

I know your family is trippin’

But my ain’t missin’.

They just don’t care that way.

Mi familia es you,

And you know I care to,

With you I’m home,

Spain, moon or Rome,

I know what I wanna do.

I wanna live all my life,

With you by my side,

I wanna roll in the deep,

As long as you are there.

As long as you are there.

Darkness

Everybody has a dark side. They may not know it yet, but it's there. Something inside them will always be rather dark or depressing. They don't need to focus on it, and they don't need to admit it's there, but it is.

Some get couth by it, some because they don't work on it and others because they think it's terrible that they, in fact, has this dark side inside of them. I don't worry too much about mine yet, but I have, in fact, addmitted that it's there. I won't dwell about it. I won't think about it too much. I'll live like it's not there. Run away from it, some'd say. Survive, others would say. I'd say live life because I'd rather live life when I can. At one point this body won't carry my soul no more, and then I'd want to use all my time on something fun, when I can. While I'm still alive. Cause that's it. Being alive.

Great balls of fire medly

I woke up angry at the world today,

My hope was gone, and my love far away.

I couldn’t help but try to figure out,

Why my happiness was fly-flying south.

All the pieces of the sky broke down,

I tried to work my way back to town.

Problem is, I own them money,

I lost my suitcase and my life, now honey.

I got out and saw the world today,

The birds were gone, the warmth far away.

I couldn't help but try to figure out,

why my happiness was fly-flying south.

(...)

The old, loved man

A leaf felled silent down,

as the old man walked around town.

He’s wife was the best and blind,

and they married at sixty-nine.

He gasped for air,

As the wind played with his hair,

His eyes turned cold,

And the man was gone.

His wife had been cold,

Since he turned old,

The previous fall,

She couldn’t handle it all.

He gasped for air,

As the wind played with his hair,

His eyes turned cold,

And the man was gone.

Now he’s in heaven,

eating at seven or elleven,

his wife gives him kisses,

and there's nothing he misses.

The voices

It has turned out that the voices was right all a long and that's ok. It's so much better know. I'm happy again. I'd rather be happy on my own than unhappy with someone else. That's it. Easy as that. Not that I'm alone or anothing, actually quite the opposite. It took me a week.

The voices

They are here again. The voices. Telling me I'm not worth him. Telling me he'll never love me the way he loved her. The voices suck and I know they're wrong. Therefore I'm asking them to get away. Out of my head. Out of my life. I don't need anyone telling me I'm not good enough and especially not when that's voices in my own head. Get out. Get lost. All I want is to get rid them. Bye voices, I don't need you.

Is this real or is it fantasy?

Is it true
that you and me
could be?

HELL TO THE YEAH!