Messaneo

Capoeira, Japanska, Matte, Psykologi, Bandet, spela gitarr, guildet, spela WoW, vänner, göra folk glada, hjälpa till, rita, försöka bli bättre, hitta på saker att göra, lyssna på musik, ladda ner saker, titta i spegeln, är man tjock, kanske gymma, bli slim (hahaha), snart jul, julklappar, blir man hatad om man köper nåt, nyår, fira, dricka, fyrverkeri, bli tjock av alkohol, kul med vänner iaf, träffa folk i grupp, skratta, lana, WoW med Kennes, WoW med Linn, med båda, muntra upp Tyler, muntra upp Ben, muntra upp Carro, alla behöver muntras upp, formatera dator, se på ny gitarr, kanske en Gibson, pappa säger Fender, tele eller strato, han vet inte, bensinkostnad för resa, ryms vi ens i bilen, hittar jag till Umeå, hittar jag dit, vars sover vi, kommer jag att bryta benet i nån ceremoni, eftersom jag inte har graderat förut, kommer det vara jobbigt, kommer jag att ångra det, ont i huvudet nu, aj, har slut vatten, och inga piller heller, justja, jag äter inte piller, bra att man har principer, även fast man glömt bort anledningarna till dem, Boogieman var bra, ganska originell, Carro blev rädd, var roligt, kanske man inte skulle ha tittat tillbaka, i ganska många fall, saker är så simpla, fast alla försöker göra det så komplicerat, fattar inte, det är 1,2,3, inte 3,1,2, udda, hade jag borstat tänderna, jo, ganska trött nu, borde sova, men måste gå på toa, sen sova, först göra klart det här, varför, ingen aning, sov gott, ses

don't worry, I won't.

Fråga mig inte varför jag skriver det på engelska.. men en del ur min "dagbok":

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While writing this I'm sitting in a train cart. In the bunk underneath me there's a middle-aged man. He's a Jehovah witness. On the opposite side of the room there's another man in about the same age. Apparently he's a christian who knows the bible like the palm of his hand, and he just made the largest bubbling fart I've ever heard.  Apart from having a two-hour discussion about the other one being wrong in their beliefs, they both snore as if it's the path to heaven. In the top bunk on the other side of the room there's a man too. He's very large and I would be worried about my safety if I was the christian. He's also moaning in his sleep with a dark and rough voice, I actually think that he might be having a sexdream, which at this point is making me feel quite ill.

Sitting here (Or rather crouching) Trying to hear myself think above the loud grumbling snores of the christian and the Jehovah witness, holding my breath from time to time in an attempt to escape the awful smell of rotting stomach-acid, and trying to not hear the fat guy moan and say stuff like "mmm.. put it in, you're wet in there".. I'm really tempted to just leap of this train. But that would be silly.. cause that would make me sad.. wouldn't it?

Personalizing common facts is like playing fetch with a cat. You will never ever get the cat to actually "want" to give the toy back to you. And you will never ever get anyone to truly care about a false personality.

I've had the privilege to spend my most recent years among incredible people I didn't think existed.. and some have truly touched my heart.. I have memories from this time that will stay with me forever.

When my time comes, the last picture before my eyes will have them all in focus.

I will be happy.

This is why I'm not sad. Had I been sad, that picture would have been empty.

I have so much to say and yet nothing at all.. I just want you all to know that no matter what, I will always remember you

You know who you are and you know that I love you all.

I think I needed that week more than I ever thought.
Thank you so much, still, forgive me for all that I caused.

<3 to all
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Skrev det här på tåget.. hade inget bättre för mig ^^' .. tyckte bara att det borde finnas med nånstans..
Cheerios =)