ten years of primary school, farwell.

Hello. Yesterday was the end of ten years of primary school. So, here in Norway we are ten years before we start in high school like everyone else in the United States and various, people do. There were tears, laughter and socializing when we celebrated with five hundred other schools and especially people on the beach last night. It was funny, sad and very special. I said to myself that I would not cry and that chance was small, but it was just bullshit. I cried like a little kid when all terminals came, and I'm still here as an empty hole just waiting to be full up. All friends of ten years, and three years on some are gone. The people are gone. Although only a telephone away so it will never be the same. I will not listen to happy music. I will not be happy. I am sad and want to cry. But I can not, why? - Have no idea.

Eighteen

I long so after writing things. Add photos and music that inspires me. Nothing works. The design is far from finished and I need to blog. The desire is too big, you can say. I have so wanted to say that life is perfect and I relax. But it is lying. Life is far from perfect, my life will never be perfect before I am eighteen, that's when my life starts. Right now I'm just dead. Not death as in death, but I have not exactly lived much. Examination, termination, arguing, drama, tears and laughter have been there but would not something that I can remember that is relatively to live life. Sad. When I'm eighteen I'll tattoo myself, take the piercing, go on a wild outrageous road trips with loved ones, partying the night long and do what I want, which is then under the law. I can not wait to be eighteen. (Old photo, I do not blog normal, thats way; zero photos). 

A little lovable blog that you get inspiration from reading.

What's so great about blogspot is that I actually, without that you showed it, I switched blog up multiple times. But somehow I could keep the name so that it was not much control as you will read it. I like that very much. When I still used blogg.no the blog community, I was forced to change blog address as well as blog. Was very tired and sick of it. But blogspot is indeed not disappointed me once. Is super happy and do not understand why I had not thought of this before.

I'll get some help. Or, a lot of help from a blogger named Veronica to the design. I want a more personal, simple and a little lovable blog that you get inspiration from reading. I want my blog to be read with good humor, that people read the blog get to be inspired, get to be happy and get to read. I want people to remember me not my fault personally but for the lyrics I'm eventually going to write beautiful melodies and any clothes I'm going to post. As the "Cravings" for example. I do not want people to see me as an outfit-blogger, not a completely boring blogs but with a message. To get others to feel well, as I do. That when you read this blog, that you feel that the world suddenly stops and you feel that it's summer, with summer scents and all that belongs.

I'm not going to be blogging so much these last weeks, days. I would like to wait to get the design fixed and perfect before I start with serious projections. All the inspiration thereby are in place and I long to share the wonderful summer music with you at the same time as my little fingers long to write lyrics about summer. For here, here it is summer in the air. I am looking forward to walking around the streets with denim shorts, hat and a light tunic over while I strut around with good friends I know I'll keep forever, and maybe an ice cream in the left arm while being photographed with the sunset in the background and smile smeared on his face that I was the Joker himself!