Rain has poured and poured today, it has been beau­ti­ful. I went out on the bal­cony,
watched, admired the rain­drops falling on my head, hands, feet. Felt alive.

It’s a sen­si­tive world with no ironic ele­ments, stu­pid losers. I remem­ber a dif­fer­ent
time. A time of not car­ing, a time of per­fec­tion, a time of inspi­ra­tion — it’s still there
but it’s nec­es­sary to do some dig­ging first. I read some of my old posts back when
I wrote my old blog — in Swedish. Back then some was touched by my words, some
loved me, some wanted me to die, some wanted me to love them, some wanted to
prob­a­bly “kill” me and that’s just fine by me, by affect­ing peo­ple I get more and more
fuel to keep on going, so to you losers if you’re still read­ing my blog — go fuck your­selves,
you mis­er­able cunts! You will never, ever be any­thing else than a bunch of pathetic
twats. With that said, I’m hap­pier, more moti­vated and more dri­ven by my
fan­tas­tic mind. I talk about things, things of mine, as if they are great and still
you haven’t seen any of it and for that I apol­o­gize, it’s com­ing, bit after bit.

My capac­ity is noth­ing against other dri­ven char­ac­ters of today but it’s always
some­thing and some­thing is bet­ter than noth­ing, right? As I wrote ear­lier today
plans are no good, they always crush you’re expec­ta­tions or almost always.
I have how­ever writ­ten parts of one of my upcom­ing sto­ries, noth­ing that I will
show you just yet, you’ll have to wait just a lit­tle while longer before get­ting the
first peak in the won­der­ful world of words.