Liquidinfernos blogg

Repning i dag då.
Looking forward to it, although I still haven't had time to learn the lyrics.... Woops. Jag borde vara mer uppmärksam, men seriöst jag orkar inte med allt.. Jobb, skola, band, lägenhet och Beckham min underbara hund.
Aja, vi ska köra en cover på en av Rancids låtar, that'll be fun. Även om jag just nu bara vill ligga begravd under en jävla massa täcken, lyssna på musik och läsa tills mina ögon blöder och mitt huvud exploderar.

I can't fucking sleep.. even with meds.

Happy new year guys.
hope you had a lovely evening, I drank expensive Champagne and danced until my feet ached.

So my boss decided to take the week off. Which means that I was left in charge of the projects. I'm burried in paper work because of the lazy bastard of a boss that I have.. Well. He's paying me good money so it's okay..

I'm a happily drunk little gal.
Got my galaxy note 2 and a Mac pro from me mom and 2000 kr from her boyfriend.

Weeeeeiii I've been drinking Mojito,tasty champange and lovely red wine. Good my mom and all the other "grown-ups" decided to leave early, letting me have fun with my cousins c:

The most concrete kind of love is one for language. It’s the first relationship we really have. Communication. From the beginning, we cling to syllables and vowels and pronouns for dear life. First come the caution words. “Don’t.” “Danger.” “Stop.” “No.” Those teach us how to stay alive. Next comes the sentiment. “I miss you.” “I hate you.” “I love you.” Everything is basic until you reach the last phase. Questions. “How?” “Why?” “Why not?” “Should I?” “Shouldn’t I?” People start asking you for answers you don’t have. So, after all this time and dependence dedicated to simple combinations of letters, you realize. You realize that you love words. But they fail you. They give you a means, but no understanding of how to get to your destination. They create the illusion of security. You’re trapped.

Vad sura alla mina bekanta bli när jag säger att jag inte gillar Nutella och Kebab.

Finally home after a trip to the hospital. Yay...
I passed out once again.. it has been happening quite a lot these days.

I usually don't hold a grudge for to long, you must have done something real serious for me not to forgive you. And if you have then don't you fucking dare come waltzing in my house, pretending like nothing has happned. Because I can and probably will make you learn your place and remind you of why you are not allowed in.

My former best friend is one of those who I'll never forgive, and the fact that she didn't listen when I warned her of ever setting a foot in the same room or house as me ever again. Just made it all worse, now she's with my mother acting all angel like and i have to take her shit just because if I don't i'll get beaten half to death.

I've maximized both my calmatives and my meds against anxiety, just to deal with having her in the nearby room. But my palm is twitching and my mind is overthinking all kind of scenarios.