Sleept to long, voke up something about tvelve. Didnt want to sleep away half of the day, but now its done, the day wont come back. I felt better some days ago, but now the ordinary sad and tired feeling is over me again. To live a life with unrequited love, dosent make me more loveable. He says that he dont feel for me when he is not seeing me, and with a distance of 350 kilometers, becomes some "love" impossible.
I have things to to, things that I want to do.
But days walks away from me, and are all about unhappines.
about loneliness and homestyle, learning piano-playing and more
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