I will be 25 on Monday. I always thought I was gonna be rich and married and sort of calm and satisfied when I was 25. I am not rich, married, calm or satisfied. I will celebrate my birthday with a pizza and a bottle of vodka and a phonecall to my mother. I miss Sweden. I miss my dog. And I seem to have lost two people I really care about, one is a friend, one is more. Sorry, but I got scared. I run away from problems. The roads are never straight. Men, så är också sanningen - allt som sker är gott.
And I miss your eyes shining like 10000 christmaslights when you smile.
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