Dirt.

I feel like being dirty and doing nasty things. Shameful and tacky. Things I can't undo.

What if the world stopped turning?

I hope there's nothing wrong with me, cause sometimes it feels like there is something odd and unusual about me. Something terrible, hidden and locked in my mind. What if I am a murderer?

A dream in a mosh-pit.

"You know, I'm a dreamer", she whispered in a low voice. "Perhaps, if I would have met you some other day, in another city, far away in a foreign country, being someone else, I could have kissed you without giving you less of me than you deserve. Perhaps if the circumstances were right I would never leave you, ever...". "Then don't, he interrupted her with the sweetest childishness in his innocent voice. "Don't. I will..." but his voice faded away slowly, leaving only sadness in his eyes. Her smile failed to comfort him, failed to display her love for him, failed to make an everlasting impression. "I am sorry", she said in a resigned voice, "but I was never a part of your world".

Tragic Beauty.

Tragic is the only way to describe her decadence. I don't want to help her, if she doesn't accept my help. Her pride is not superior to my dignity and no more will i give her my all without receieving anything in return. It is with a broken and non-repairable heart that I leave this tragic beauty at the gas-station, never to se her this degenerated again.

Bird in a cage

Well at first I agreed with her telling her she should get a second opinion because there's no way those doctors could have done their job properly, giving us that particular diagnosis, that special wednesday evening. Of course they had to be wrong, probably just put her in that certain category to rid her from their bed, which she kept occupied. But what if there was an ounce of truth in what they said? Perhaps that could explain her lack of emotions or how come she, at least seemingly, never cared for me anymore? Did she ever care or have I been playing tricks on my own mind? She's a free spirit, but I am after all just a bird in a cage.

Dirty - babe

Lååånga dagar, slutar nästan alltid med ett gott samvete.

Intro

So, it's been 2 weeks since i graduated or "passed my exams", which you would call it in britain, and still I haven't done anthing productive. Just been lying on my bed, wasting my breaths away, wondering how I could change the world. Suddenly, not so many days ago, it hit me. Why not start a blog and write about the meaningless things in my life (like everybody else does), and perhaps by doing so, I could make them more memorable. So people, here I am, ready to take on the world and leave it in a state you've never seen it in before! Welcome to my world.