Can't make up my mind, move back to Sweden or stay in London. I hate, but god I love my two homes. I love going to bed but my love is to get up. I don't have much time, or even any, for liars. I fall in love with old couples holding hands. If i'm hungry I'll eat anything. I don't see my old friends often enough. I blush and there is nothing I can do to hide it. I don't know what I'd be like if it wasn't for traveling. I talk too loud but I'll keep a secret.
I can't live without music (sounds a bit töntigt but you know it's true) I get a nicefunny feeling when people draw. When I draw I pout.
