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.
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