scoff wrote:
I don't think yesterday will go down in swedish history. 50 years from now, nobody will know about it. But for now? for now it's a horrible thing. I think we all knew it would happen eventually, that Sweden too would be affected by what's going on in the world. I think maybe we'd just closed our eyes for it, because we didn't want to think about it, we didn't want to believe it could happen, not to us. It did. It did happen to us. I got a text from Tonky. She told me about it. I got pissed at first, why would anyone do that? Why would anyone even think of doing such thing?
For me personally, yesterday was a good day. I studied, I ran errands, I even went to school. Right before the attack I got a call. I have a job interview on tuesday at one. I'm excited. Hopefully this time I'll do better and the position will be mine. I really hope so. I've been going over that last interview over and over again inside my head, and I hope I've got it figured out now. I really do. I think so, too, at least a bit. I cross my heart.
Today? Today's been alright as well. Woke up a bit early for my personal taste, but it was fine. We made breakfast and then we went to the liquor store and picked up 20 liters of beer. I'm drinking it right now. Drinking it and enjoying a cigarette. The bf's asleep. He's always tired, but I don't blame him, I am too. I just can't sleep, not in the middle of the day. He fell asleep with his face between my breasts. I like that. I was watching Girl, Interrupted for the millionth time, but I got bored, so now I'm on the balcony chain smoking. I can't believe I used to be obsessed with that film. Jolie is a bad actress, and Susanna is pretentious as fuck. She's nath, 16. Hell, I'm nath, 16. I turn 20 in less than a month, but in my head, I might as well always be 16.
I mean, they do have a point talking about life. The way Susanna describes wanting to die is spot on. I've read it, too. Girl, Interrupted. Her other biography as well. The one in which she describes growing up, always being on the move. First America, then the UK, then Greece and Italia. I used to identify so strongly with her. The way she described going on bike rides after dark, just watching all the houses she passed by, thinking about how she wasn't like them nor could be like them had she wanted to. I used to feel like that. Now? I don't know, to be honest. Right now I'm just hoping I'll be able to graduate, get a job, and get into college this fall. I'm gonna be a psychiatric nurse. I hope to get pregnant next year, too. I know I'm young, but I really feel like I'm ready, and if there's one person in this world I'd ever want a child with, it's my boyfriend. I really want something that's half him, half me. I'm ready for that. I just want one last summer first. I want to do all those things I've never done, you know, try more drugs, go on festivals - that stuff. Then I've done it, then I'm done. Then I can settle down and raise a new life, a new child. I hope for a daughter. I want to name her Selma. It's such a beautiful name.