This place... it is my past. This place.. is were all my memories lurk and haunt me. I push them away but I will never be able to push them far enough. I just wanna leave. OMG ... I look around me... this isnt me... I did not... pick this room.. I did not... omg... its not me... I hate it... hate it. Why the hell am I living somewhere where I am not able to be me... why am I fooling myself.
I would so much rather be with you right now... well... atleast talking to you makes me forget about everything else. Thinking of you makes me see a clear future, and... I so... I just...... I just wanna be with you. I love you.
Wish you could be closer.
(god damn song)
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The Book Of Alex.
Im Alexander.
I am 18 years old.
I come from Europe >Scandinavia >Sweden.
My intrests in life:
Music, poetry, art, drawing.
I will write about my daily life, and if that seems intresting, well then you can come back now and then and read it.
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