Hellbent and brokenhearted

This is my way of telling you the story of the road I walk upon. A tale about beating hearts, lost love and the habit of staying up all night long drinking. Coffee and cigarettes, my violent heart, getting lost in the music, city lights, reaching the speed of pain, the taste of blood, the nightmares, the screaming, fates colliding, love undying, forgiveness, selfishness, ego, drama and you and me and everything between. But mostly, it is about me and my sweet, sweet shadow. Enjoy.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Who do you hurt now

12.07 AM, Borås, Sweden

Dear diary,

I really don't have anything to write about...or... actually I have everything to write about. But lately I've been finding it hard to transform all my thoughts into words. I'm probably just having one of those periods again, when everything creative in my mind is reduced to zero. Nothing is really working out the way it should right now, I'm just... floating through life, living in some form of static that effectively prohibits me from moving forward or evolve myself to the next stage. As irritating as it is, I still can't do a damn thing about it. It's just... I don't know...

I feel so lost.

2 comments:

CissiAugust 19, 2009 at 8:57 PM
"I'm just... floating through life, living in some form of static that effectively prohibits me from moving forward or evolve myself to the next stage."

PokémonSid :P haha
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vildhjaertaAugust 19, 2009 at 10:34 PM
Oja, nummer 345 är jag :D
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