I'm home

Well I'm back at home again, be happy for the face of a horrormovie... .)

I'm not afraid this time

I am not afraid this time. Not afraid to tell.
He is noone you know. He is noone I know. I even don't know his name. But I am afraid for my morbid feelings of beeing unable to handle this. I am afraid of that I maybe is in love with him.
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I need to

I need to honor, or what the fuck the name is, my three only female best friends.
Please you I am talking about, tell me if you don't want this pictures here. But I feel I must show my blog how beautiful you three are.



We have Malin:

She is the most beautiful friend with a whole world of friendship and she always try to understand me. And what the hell I know she even seems to believe in my shit some times. I realy adore her for that and I hope all my talk don't scare her or make her feel bad. For howsome all I want is for her to feel good and find harmony.



We have Julia:

You can never know Julia enough. When you think you have her, then she is already far away from you. She is a woman filled with mysteries and I can't stop fascinate about here. I know she care and believe but she is hard like stone.



We have Tess:

Tess... What can I say? Tess know I say to much but she never care and that is a gift only a number to count can tell. Tess is my former stepsister, but for me, she is my sister. We may share the name Therese but the different between Tess and Terra is enormous and curse you if you take one name for the result of two.

back to the mentalhospital

Well, I'm back at the mentalhospital again, not very stumping... I always get in there on some way time to time sad enough...
This time I wasn't very sure at it all by myself, my very kind friend Malin was helping me to understand that I maybe needed some time with understanding people around me, and she was so right.

Right now I can't decide if I'm right or wrong.
My situation is like this:

I'm sitting in a chair and listening to some music, who realy make it more easy to handle voices inside my head. When I am sitting there listening to the music I also listening to all the voices without notice I am doing it. I listening to them and answer them and makes judgement about all the people around me based on the things the voices tells me, and then I often is thinking something like this:

ME: "That fucking retard think he is so fucking great of what the fuck he is doing! Isn't that right?"
COREY: "Yes it is, I think he makes agreements with someone"
ME: "Yeah maybe... But he is a retard who is listening to his own voices in his head and doing what they are telling him!"
....
COREY: "Yes maybe he is... But you do the same"
....
ME: "Hell, fuck! You'r right! What am I going to do?"
COREY: "...."
ME: "Wait! Now I am doing it again, I listing to you again, you told me they where doing the same as me and then you tell me that I listeing to you"
COREY: "...."
ME: "Wait! STOP! Now I'm talking to you back again!"
COREY: "Yes you do"
ME: "Please, be quiet."

Well, reading

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This far I have write 168 pages on my book, it's pretty good.

Well, reading.


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