I like this video.
I wish I had a polariod camera.


Its a morning where everything seems to be in a standstill. But machines are heard from some desolate place somewhere, and the sun is shining damn bright through my window. I don't even want to step outside my room now. Stupid accusing eyes, reprimanding tone.

But I've no where else to go.


I've always wanted to write a book about myself, because just as people have analysed and empathise the characters in a book, and understood them, I hoped people will understand me in that way as well. To bother to see me in that way other than a girl who goes to school, a girl from a suchandsuch family, a girl who is sixteen etc. There is always more, much more than the surface skimmed. Not that I know. I don't even dare to look.