And well, you're impossible. But you're worth it.

This is by the way the first picture of 239 post with a blond girl in it, congratulations to me.

I don't care why you came into my life, only that you did. If you're gone someday, it will feel like a loss, an absence haunting everyday. There will be an empty space that used to be filled with laughter and friendship and love and comfort. Don't blame me for finding it so hard to let go. I get up in your future dreams, you know.

2 days to go!

Oh dear I'm relieved. I've finished that awful exam today so I'm almost done with this schoolyear, still some testes to go but those ones I'll survive. Anyway, I wanted to show my stuff I've made for the last period of 'art' this schoolyear. The theme was 'Important events and Hero's'.

Sunday

Oh boy I'm dog-tired as hell. On friday we celebrated our friend's birthday, last night I slept over my friend's house and today I've to learn for an exam which I have tomorrow, before I go to a party tonight. Anyway, I ordered some shoes, still in doubt if I want to keep them or not:

I've also made a collage due to lack of concentration:

I will be in Tunisia in a month. That idea really keeps me going, still one and a half week with exams and testes and then finally summervacation. I've got 7 party's this two weeks, nice though but I'm wondering how the hell I'm going to combinate that with school. So let's give this week the best I can, I will heave a sigh of relief when this is all over. Summer is waiting.

He was the worst kind of wrong. He was so wrong it felt right, and that made me feel completely out of control. It all made perfect sense, and at the same time, nothing seemed to make sense at all.

I have had so many illusions about this post. How it would look like. I thought I would shout out loud, that I was so happy I barely could typ anymore. The truth is, I have had my piano exam today. And well, I graduated. But I don't feel relieved what I should be, I don't feel like I have succeeded. Pathetic don't you think? I've always had the thought that this was my goal, that if I had accomplished it, I would feel something like I could handle the world. But I don't. Welcome to the world of a perfectionist.

If you've tried something, it doesn't succeed,
and you really really want it, try again.
Sometimes It will be worth it.
That's what I've learnt these days.

Now love me till my heart stops.

You made me strive to work so hard. I got caught up in your future dreams and was desperate to be part of it. Where is that feeling? Where is that fucking feeling?

There was always something inside telling me to just give it time.
But time is running out, my dear

When we have finished all this shit I want to tell you something. People asked me what I would say. For a long time, I really didn't know. Now I do know. I would say that I love you, God, I miss you. And I forgive you.

You and I are going to be ok. You know that, right?

They got it all wrong. I guess it all had to do with missing. Because missing someone is not about how long it has been since you've seen them or the amount or time since you've talked. It is about that moment when you are doing something and wishing they were right there with you.