Not entitled

Acceptance was always a problem. And I always tought that this was part of some kind of persistence charm. If you ask her maybe she will tell you that first I was sad, and them maybe she would tell you that I kept myself very busy - and that's me assuming that she could look at me in a similar way that I could look at her. Untill I wanted to get away, set fire and never look back. Well. I don't mean to be ungreatfull. But I think I kind of am ungreatfull when I can't really appreciate what is around me. Never good enough. Sorry. The funny thing is that I am really mad at myself at the same time for not getting on my own standards. Yes, I can blame other people and I can blame myself...but I just wish I could be lighter. Happier. More satisfied. More greatfull. All that shit.

Well, that's nonsense. I'd have to be another person.

All the sad and the fucked up things

In a great art exhibition - come and see

My own personal collection of sorrow