I just realized that i don’t want to die, i just want everything to be okay. As the cold swedish air flows through the door, i realize that i am the root of my problems.
|B:||Where I'm from.|
|C:||Where I would like to live.|
|K:||Favourite TV show.|
|M:||Random fact about me.|
|N:||Favorite day of the year.|
|P:||If I have any pets; if so, their names.|
|Q:||What I'm listening to right now.|
|R:||Last movie I've watched.|
|S:||What's my ringtone.|
|T:||Favourite male character from a TV show.|
|U:||Favourite female character from a TV show.|
|V:||What my name means.|
I was thinking this exact thing when I was walking home for the 3rd time today. The voice inside my head never shuts up. It’s not like it says a bunch of negative things or things that get me down, it just never fucking stops. I can’t stop noticing anything and everything. Dumb things, important things. Doesn’t matter, doesn’t stop. Sometimes I wish that voice would just take a break and quiet down. Sometimes I think it makes me who I am. Detailed, observant, a perfectionist and a slob all rolled into one. So focused and yet so distracted. A walking, talking oxymoron.