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?
These days are filled with stressed out friends, studying hard for the exams and coping with all the life-changing decisions.
I’m no longer locked up at the hospital and the sun is shining in Norway. My life is finally looking up.
And it has been for the last couple of days. People dress up and strangers smile at you when they pass by. I wanna enjoy every second of it and take as many pictures as I possible can! Me and Sunny (a fitting nickname these days) have been out skating and smiling, laughing for about five hours and I still don’t feel like going home. Dancing in the street and singing out loud, not a care in the world.
It’s hard knowing when one day ends and the next one is starting. Every day is another sunday and another battle against myself. I’m not in here to get a life, just to stay alive. A part of the living dead…
Thank you guys for all the nice words and sweet texts, it really means alot! Some days might look darker than others, but there will always be a light in the dark and one day I will find my guiding star that will safely show me the way back home.
Marilyn kept smiling in every pic up until the day she died. Up until the day she couldn’t smile no more and killed herself. Never think you know the story or the tears behind every smile. It might kill them, it might kill you…
If I told you the story, maybe you wouldn’t belive it. Maybe you would laugh and tell me it’s all in my head. That is the reason I keep it inside, now it really is all in my head. And that can be my excuse for everything