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UnHope
SIck tired, exhausted. Took pictures for a free paper here in Oslo, they never gave me a briefing on what sort of pictures they wanted. Still sucks when they become frustrated over that that I had not taken the “right angles” and so on. I did my best, and even managed to retouch 40 pics for them in a very short time.
Im having a fever right now, and I really wished I had a guy in my life so i could behave like a baby. Very little in my life seems to fall into place, Im starting to be afraid of hope.
Seems as if positive thinking is for fools.
It may be that what you could be haunts you. It is real. It is a weight you have to carry around. Each failure to become, to be, is a weight. Each state you could inhabit is a burden as heavy as any physical weight, but more so, because it weighs on your soul. It is the ghost of your possibilities hanging around your neck, an invisible albatros, potentials unknowingly murdered.
—Ben Okri (via ventriloquistic)
Hater at jeg skremmer menn vekk fordi jeg er så redd for å bli såret igjen.
Hate that I scare menn away, just because Im so scared of getting hurt again.
Cant seem to believe that things will be ok.
Just Sucks
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