My town is burning. Again. Upset. Mad.

"People living deeply have no fear of death." ~ Anais Ni

Life is not a spark in space
An episode of will and grace
Controversial yet mundane
Deborah's messing with your brain
Even scientologists know there's more to all of this
Search the ruins for trapped doors, wonder what you're put here for
Simple as a hint of gas climbing nostrils as you pass
Making Harvard graduates feel childish when they laugh at it
Climb the rungs to kingdom come, sour patch to acid tongue
Are you opposed to having fun? you clench the world between your buns

Just be happy.

Was just a little bit homesick. Fine now. Lying in our fort now. Love it. Kids love it. Good night. Good morning. Love you.

Let me go home

45 days. Jag vill hem. Till Sverige, till min familj. Jag vill såklart tillbaka en dag. Till NYC på mina egna villkor, kanske bara besök, kanske praktik, kanske jobb, kanske skola, eller kanske inte alls. Jag älskar Manhattan och känner mig hemma där. Men det är inte där jag spenderar min tid. Jag spenderar min tid i Ronkonkoma som jag inte tycker om.

Missförstå mig rätt.

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home

fly.

I'll spread my wings and

I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

"I am serious, so I laugh a lot. You need to laugh. You don't laugh enough. I don't trust anyone who doesn't laugh.”

Just danced in the pouring rain. Had people laughing at me but I really don’t mind, people can laugh at me or laugh with me as long as they are laughing.

Good night people. Or well... good morning Sweden. I'm going to bed now. Have everything ready for my walk tomorrow. Been so good now. Counting calories and all. (and sorry for the bad spelling, I'm dead tried, and really I cant even spell correct in Swedish)

Been writing all day my story is really taking its form and I’m proud over my world. And I’m writing it for myself, maybe one day I will send it to Caroline so she can read it and give me her honest thoughts. She is good that way.

Well good morning Sweden and good night New York. And I really have to fix my computer when I get back to Sweden.