Livet förändras var jag än går...

Jag gillar inte denna dag.

Vill ha!

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Vad mycket man skulle kunna göra.

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Fix you...

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse


Strange.

Don't you dig this life
They call the meek
You whose feet are on the ground
And if you get too high
What goes around comes around
And brings you down

‘Cause people gonna see you
How they wanna see you
People gonna rate you
People gonna hate you
People gonna shove you
People gonna love you
People gonna do whatever
Makes them feel they own you better

‘Cause everyone knows we're strange
(Ahh)
So why do you feel ashamed
(Ohh) Baby
Everyone knows we're different
(Ahh)
So why do you feel ashamed
We love you all the same

That's right
‘Cause if you feel it
And if you mean it
Don't apologise
And you'll be just fine
Cause all they ever need is what you give them
They only put you down if you give them permission

People gonna see you
How they wanna see you
People gonna rate you
People gonna hate you
People gonna shove you
People gonna love you
People gonna do whatever
Makes them feel they own you better

Yeah everyone knows we're strange
(Ahh)
So why do you feel ashamed
(Ohh) Baby
Everyone knows we're different
(Ahh)
So why do you feel ashamed
(Ohh)
We love you all the same yeah
We love you all the same yeah
We love you all the same
So don't you ever change

You're undernourished, and un-encouraged
And under-rated, and unappreciated.
The world is turning in a different direction to us
And just look how far you've come
Considering all of the pushing and spitting and stuff



Det är mycket nu.

Det är så ofattbart. Men det är lika förunderligt hur människan kan anpassa sig efter bisarra situationer.

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Man kanske bara ska sluta läsa bloggar och sluta skriva.

Strange

one breath, too late
you're gone for good.
twelve floors down to the street
it's funny how far it seems

but what could i do
and what would i change
when everything's strange
and why should i learn to fly
when i could just hide away
isn't it strange?

under my skin
scars turn to stone
the freeway fades red to grey
i guess you found another way home

but what could i do
and what would i change
when everythings strange
and why should i learn to fly
when i could just, drive away
isn't it strange?

standing on this ledge up here
with a choir of angels in my ear sing
welcome to my life
if i fall if i brake
will you hear the sound i make
i don't need what we left behind

but what could i do
and what would i change
when everything's strange
and why should i learn to fly
and what could i do
and what would i change
when everything's strange
and why should i learn to die
when i could just fly away
isn't it strange?

....

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

Dilemma.

Man ställs inför så många val i livet, och ibland önskar jag bara att det fanns bestämmelser som gjorde att man slapp välja i vissa situationer.

För om man då skulle ångra sig, kan man skylla på någon annan. Men när man måste själv begrunda vilket val man bör/vill göra ställs man ibland i en svår sits. Jag finner mig själv i dessa sitser rätt ofta, vare sig jag vill eller inte.

Är det rätt att blunda, eller är det rätt falla tillbaka på sina värderingar, sin moral...?
Knivigt läge.

The end of an era?

Blickar fram emot helgen och håller mig uppe.

Lång väntan.

Hatar att vänta.
Nervöst.

Tänk om...?

Nothing is black and white anymore.

Waited all my life for this day to come
Feel like letting go, life goes on
Wasting no more time, so much to be done
Everything works out, so they say

Over my shoulder, it's tough getting older
Yeah, yeah

Seems that nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of gray and I feel the weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd wanna go
But now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older

Here before my eyes, many roads ahead
Time for me to choose one way now
If I take a chance, what lies down the road?
Feeling so confused, turned around

On and on, on and on and on
Yeah, yeah

Seems that nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of gray and I feel the weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd wanna go
But now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older

I never thought that I'd feel this way
I always knew that my life would change
On and on, yeah yeah

Waited all my life for this day to come
I feel like letting go, life goes on
Over my shoulder (on and on)
It's tough getting older (on and on)
Yeah, yeah

Seems that nothing is black and white anymore
Shades of gray and I feel the weight over my shoulder
It's tough getting older
I always thought that I knew where I'd wanna go
But now I'm here and I find that I'm still getting colder
It's kinda tough getting older

Waited all my life for this day to come
Oh, oh, oh

Hååååkan!

Jag vill se Håkan.
Idunteatern.
13 februari!

Vem ska följa miiiig? =)


Göteborg?

Är det en fin stad?

Dementos kanske flyttar dit.

Dementos is going to the sun!

Eller ja, förhoppningsvis... Men har börjat spara pengar, så vem vet....



To be continued...

Bloggdesign

Usch vad jag känner mig less på min design nu. Vill ha ny, synd man inte är bättre på sånt där! Har en bild i mitt huvud om hur jag vill att den ska se ut, men det är ju lättare sagt än gjort.
Damnit!

I wish the best for you...


PMS

Aldrig direkt känt mig som den där stereotypen som visas- rödblossandes arg vid menstruationsstarten.
Dock blir jag inte direkt glad, det kan jag inte påstå. Jag blir lite... nedstämd. Tyst. Fundersam- funderar över det mesta, oftast sådant som är tråkigt och lite gömt, men som uppdagas dessa stunder.

Melankoli.

Ja, kanske det... Men humöret blir nog bättre snart, solen skiner och jag tänkte våga mig ut med Laban på en längre promenad, rätt svag än men borde nog ska orka en längre runda med honom nu!

Puss hej!

-9-

-10-

Counting...

Ambulans.

Inte ofta man åker med ambulans. Men igår bar det iväg...
Får sig alltid en tankeställare när man ligger där, dock känns det inte som om bara jag skulle behöva det...

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