baby, it's cold outside

Giving up smoking.

Again.

It's always the same story, every freakin winter i get bored of freezing my hands of. E.V.E.R.Y year.

So right now I'm taking boring self portraits and i really wish for that bloody last cigarette. I've had hundreds. Thousands.

the calculation

Friday night.

Yeeeep.

Friday night.

I'm drinking red wine by myself and crying my eyes out. Certainly hope you enjoy your evening. More than I do, so to speak.

song for a lover of long ago

It storming outside and the lonely streets of our neighbourhood are too dark to visit. I am completely alone and i think there are rats up in the attic. Probably it's just the wind playing mindtricks on my nervous brain. I miss my ex. My love.

Solitude?

Loneliness.

It sucks.

rinse me down

This is one boring Tuesday.

Just saying.

sideways

Today I hate you.

I hate you so much.

And I love you, I love you more than ever.

shelter from the storm

I'm reaching some sort of breaking point, I think. Reality.He was one lousy, cheating boyfriend.

Still love him and still want him to take me back. Bastard.

the heart is a lonely hunter

I miss you. I miss us.Fuck.

skinny love

I'm a bit heartbroken. A lot to be honest. I was so not ready to loose him.They say loosing your first love never stops hurting. I really hope it does.

i hate the way you love

I'm very very very bored in my house on the countryside.

I miss my crazy London. I miss it bad.

it takes one to know one, kid i think you've got it bad

Winter is closing in, fast and furious. But for once I'm looking forward to it, I actually miss the snow. You know, the south of Sweden, not really all polar bears and ice.

dust on the ground

London with my love.