Ibland, på matten, vill inte spelet spela med Fredrik. Inte alls faktiskt. #game #math (Taken with Instagram at Aranäsgymnasiet)
I hate you for giving me pain
I just had a moment of relief and thought my uncountable days of nightmares were over.
I was wrong.
To be or not to be
I’ve kept your toothbrush. You know, the one you used to use when you spent the night. I can’t throw it away. It’s like a proof of you, that you happened and at the same time an ugly smile always telling me that I haven’t made up my mind about you; if I should forgive you or not.
I can’t recall your face. I can feel your touch all over me, but I can’t remember how you looked in the morning. I can’t remember your smell. Maybe that’s good.
But still, I keep your toothbrush.
Why should I care for anyone else when they clearly don’t give a crap about me?
