Allt jag gör gör mig osäker just nu. Det känns som att jag inte har fått svar på evigheter. Känns som att jag behöver lugn musik. Var finns den perfekta musiken? Jo, jag är inne i en sådan där period då jag tröttnar på all musik som jag annars lyssnar på. Mjuka kläder.
Everything occurs to me. That everything is not safe. Why is it the same word? Maybe I should go on with Bonjour Tristesse tonight so that I could move into my mind. Even out from it, whatever. And now, when I'm listening to The Scientist, I slightly remember that night with the break up. What were we even thinking about? How come you studied that day? How could you? Everything is so weird. Now when I'm alone. Before, everything came so naturally. Or, no, not really. That's why we failed. I'd bet you watched the Superbowl last night with your suit up-friend. How American it all sounds. But you're not. I just have to aske me those questions. It's not that I'm still in love, absolutely not. It feels weird just saying it. No, I'm just curious. It's hard to get. How are you? What are you doing? Do you have time to read now? Do you think it was worth it? Is it harder now, now that you're alone? People are hard to understand. Mostly you. Mostly me. But I'm fine. Think it's so great now that I'm alone. I need it, even though it's complicated. But nothing was ever real.
Don't even understand why I talk about this shit, it just happened, obviously. Psychological matters.
Hello, moon. It's time to leave-
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