Please stop raining on my parade

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“I don’t know if I’m alive anymore,” I whispered back.

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The cold type of sun

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The weather in Bergen is schizofrenic and while leaving the house wearing nothing, but shorts and tees, you still have to remember your umbrella for later. Everyone tells me how hot it is and yet I’m still wearing big hoodies trying not shiver to much. Why, oh why?

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These days are filled with stressed out friends, studying hard for the exams and coping with all the life-changing decisions.