Life is like a strange fruit. Its exhausting. I feel like I’m an animal in captivity, or lost at sea. Yet, freedom is just around the corner. I just gotta stick this one out.. It’s hard. I feel like I can’t do anything as long as I’ve got college shit all over me, breathing down my neck like a hungry monster. I keep telling my self to suck it up and just do it, but my bed is too cozy and coffee is so much nicer than essays. I can do both at the same time ofc, but then again I rather doodle.
In February I finally got to see Alt-J playing live. It was so beautiful I cried.
I’ve been to Copenhagen and Amsterdam on holiday. It was really nice. However, I still can’t shake off my bad conscious about all the work i should’ve done. I wanna go back to England. I miss it, and everyone there. My man makes me feel a little better, though. My bearded, sleepy ska8erboy.
I don’t know if I’m going to stay in Oslo after summer or not. My plan was to work for a year and then figure out what to do, but i’m being thrown out of my apartment in only two weeks because my landlord is loco loco, so I’m really indecisive of what to do. I’m trying to find a new place, but nothing appeals to me. Probably because I love it so much where I live now. I might just travel somewhere. I don’t know, I’ll figure something out. I always do.
I feel like every time I write something here, it’s just weird, messed up thoughts with no content and blah. I don’t know. My life is just a mess. Maybe when I finally finish college hell and get my long lost freedom back, my inspiration and creativity and joy will flow back into my limbs. Maybe life can finally blossom. I hope so. I’ll keep you updated. (I’ll try, at least.)
Peace and love to you all.