No one belongs here more than you. Where are you?

I just couldn't stop myself.
Tonight I remembered. Oh, those times...

I found my book, and I had totally forgot about that sentence I once found in the paper and glued onto the front.

It hit me tonight.

I'm thirsty, want to get some milk. Mmmmm.

I wonder why milk tastes different at different places, in different countries.

I remember, a couple of years ago, I wanted them to let me become a tree when I die.

So that I could grow, and live as a tree once.

You know, put my ashes under the ground, and put some seeds there, and let it grow.

How weird and wonderful.

Now I just want to live.

I cried when I saw that Scrubs episode, first season. With that lady, that claims that she is ready to die.

It's beautiful, but still I cried when I saw it this week. I haven't before, though.

I miss watching Scrubs.

I miss my lessons in Filmkunskap. It was so interesting and I love finding and searching for symbols. Everywhere, actually.

I know what I'm gonna do when I graduate. I'm gonna write a letter to all of those teachers that I've loved, and tell them about it. I know, maybe it's a little weird, but I could imagine that they'd need that.

I long for spring.

I wanna go to Paris, I wanna meet the atmosphere. But I'm not sure if I could stand being there alone. I'd probably be scared. Or, I don't know really. I don't think I'm gonna have to worry in the centre of the city. But I'm never gonna visit Porte de Bagnolet again. I wonder why they let us go there.

Oh, what an anger I felt inside just for a second.

Now it's getting late again, according to my clock. Still, I slept for two hours or maybe more, before.

I wanna go to France with someone. I want to.

I want to stand there on the field like Monet's wife with the parasol wearing a white dress like that.

I like having the picture by my window.

It's nice for imagination.

I'm scared of your smell when I don't smell it.

Everything's so scary when it's not now.

I want something to occupy my mind, something to dive into.

Like sea, like drinks.

Like icecream with maringues and fruit.

I would really love that.

It's nice for imagination.

And now I've totally changed my mind about the phenomenon...