Daamn seriously.... In English and Swedish
I could go on and on, living my life in a rush. It is very easy to live, when you don't way as much. However the truth and a realization there of, will hit you. I feel awful about my man having to die. It is not easy to just forgett him. I just slept for an hour, after crying a whole lot. The tears I have been painting, do not compare. My tears went down to my mouth. Daaaamn it. I believe it is because I am forced to eat medicin, thet, fuck with my emotions. Because yesterday I drank some and aclohol during the day. I know you are not supposed to drink, when you're eating medicin, but I feel awful about the fact that I did not let my Man, in on the wednesday evening. I am no longer sure about which day it was but I remember me going to a bar instead, because I felt away, like they say in Jamaica. There I wrote a text, explaining just how bad he had been treatening me and how I felt about it. The day after that we had no contact, but I have been told by the perso...