torsdag 22 april 2010

I Got Soul But I'm Not A Soldier. Yet.

My dream is, when I come back to Sweden, to do military training. Many are suprised, saying it's not for me. I can't do it. And that it's against everything I stand up for. But it's not true. This doesn't mean I think war is right. But war is there! Wether I like it or not. And if I want to work in the third world I should know it. I should know my enemy. Besides, I want to be stronger in both body and mind. It's good to have on my CV... And maybe I want to work as a UN-soldier. Maybe I wont be able to do it like you all think. But I will try. I will do my very best.

Love

torsdag 15 april 2010

Pathetic.

I have been trough some ruff times.
But it is nothing compared to other peoples pain.
I am so sick of my feares.
My complaining is pathetic.
Ridiculous.
Love

onsdag 14 april 2010

SKIN


I watched this movie last night. You are really missing out if you dont!
I loved it.
Really touched me.
Makes me miss Africa.
Love

tisdag 6 april 2010

Munga

Change

I get so frustraited with myself sometimes.
With my flaws.
I want to be better.
To learn.
Change.
Perfect I will never be, but I can always get better.
The thought of that my flaws can hold me back from getting were I wanna be makes me angry.
I need to be a fighter.
To work on your soul is scary and difficult.
But I have to do it.
Few years ago I tattood the word Change on my ass.
(Not happy with the way it looks yet though, aint finished)
I want to remember that life is about trying to change.
Everything in life WILL change.
I want to be the change I wish to see in the world (Ghandi).
I wanna change the world.
Change is the key-word of life to me.
Thats why I had it tatood.
The word is important to me.



Love

torsdag 1 april 2010

Miss Lonely

"Love is bullshit, and please!!! I don't need anyone! Plus, my dreames comes first!"
And still...I feel lonely.
I guess I do want it all.
A home, kids, a ring on my finger.
But I don't wanna join the game again if it is going to hurt.
I don't wanna take the chance...
Am so tierd of trying to see through people all the time.
Are they real or not?
Russian Roulette.
That's what it is.
I'm afraid.

Such a cliché, huh?
The broken hearted girl is afraid to love again.
I guess everyone has to take the same road.
To fear and to crash.
I'm not the only one.

I just hope that when I meet this person.
When I stand on the edge. Terrefied.
I will jump.
Love