Blinded by the sight

WAH! I FORGOT TO TELL YOU THAT I WENT AND SAW BLINDSIDE!!

Seriously.. I was crying and laughing and smiling and.. WOW. I was singing with Christian and got a plektrum (swedish) from Simon and Thomas gave me a kiss on the cheek !

WAH!! They make me feel like I'm twelve and happy again! Execpt the fact that I had really lousy taste for music when I was twelve. Like... Vengaboys or something.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

Forever Blindside.

Walls

Here Allan, this is my wall. It's pretty and will guard me forever. Nothing will break it.

16 Years of Sin

So tomorrow is my birthday.
That kinda freaks me out.
Everytime I turn a year I always look back at what my life was like exactly a year ago.

So let's see..

I was together with Tim.
I just started to take the Zoloft.
I had the school crisis.
I wanted to change school.
I .. wasn't happy.

So, not too hard to improve that, eh?

Well. Before I enter a life as a seventeenyearold I feel like cleasing my body.

Sorry for being a slacker. Always pushing it to the limit.. "I'll do that another day... I'll get that later..." As you know, I have been improving that... But geeze, I have a long way to go.

Sorry for being so confused. I've hurt some people being so confused, not knowing what I've been feeling. Not knowing who to trust. Not knowing if I'm doing the right thing, but still follow my shallow gut feeling.

Sorry for being someone else. I just don't feel like I'm enough sometimes. It sure can be hard always cheering everyone up... Being the joker... But that's the mask I have. That is the roll I play. I'm sorry not living after my favorite motto: Be yourself.

Sorry for having double-morale. Not living what you preach. Giving others the truth they want. It's just hard, you know what is right but your body wants to go against it.

Sorry for being 16.

Upload time

So, my little sister was nice enough to be my model for a photoproject in school. She has been wanting these pics for like months now..


Well, you other not-knowing ones might wanna know what the whole project was about. You might not want to know what it was about. Well, too bad for you.


There were some categories to choose from (work, personal portrait, colour and shapes, differences, opposites..) so I chose to COMBINE two (A+ thank you very much). I've combined color and shape and personal portrait. I took pictures of my sister. In colors. Different colors. Like, with a camera.. Oh, you get the picture. (ha ha)

More ultimaterer selfer-helping-charteristicer

I have improved my chart.

Q: Are you human?
If yes, proceed. If no, apply for American Idol.

You are: Type X, HUMAN.

Advice
BE GOOD

Thanks you and behave,

Dr. Emelie

Polar bears

Don't think about polar bears.



I betcha you did. You thought about polar bears. With the thick, white fur and walking on four legs.. Making that "EuuURgH"-sound?

I thought I told you not to think about them?!

Not so easy to do that, eh?

So why do people tell me to forget about the fact that women are making 80 :- when men are making 100 :- ? To not think about child labour too much.. Because that'll make me sad?

What if I'm allready sad, and want to make a difference? These pctures of discrimination, suffering and pain are etched into my head. I see them all the time when I'm drawing the fallen angel who is cutting herself and her blood running down her body.. But with no evil in her eyes. They understand. They look right at you and say: "I am suffering, so you can move on".

I was 14 when I drew that picture.

But don't think about that. It'll make you sad.

Write your heart, not your job.

ticktockticktock

write your heart

It's really depressing not being able to write something when that is your assignment.



P.S. My MSN broke down. I'll say Good-bye here.