I'm almost finished with unpacking all my stuff and you people probably wonder why it takes me such a long time... and well i do as usual serve the best excuses: first of all i've been gone since i moved over here. I've been on field trip and i've been helping out at my aunt's work, so i haven't even had time to do anything on my laptop. Not even started on watching my TV series and i already have to go back to school -.... which means no time for such ... T___T
I haven't handled the transition from my safe small town to the big city too well. I do love Copenhagen, but at times it feels too big, but i thinks i will get used to it after a while. I can't believe i moved out from my little bubble of a home to this... or moreover... moved away from my joyful and carefree teenager years. Though i'm still a teenager, i've never experienced to worry so much about my life and where the road leads me ... At these times, i get scared of what's awaiting me in the future and what is expected from me, because i am the one to control the course of my life but yet i don't feel like handling the task. I need somebody to hold my hand. Not to drag or push me, but somebody i can hold and move along with.
I need a friend. to hold me .
~ and to undress.