Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
I`m working with my new goal: Do small, good things, and write them down.
Today I asked our gardener if he needed some help. He said no, but I cleared away all the withered roses. He smiled, then I left.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Photo: Anna Hendy
I was out shopping when I saw a girl, at my age, outside a store, crying. I asked here what was wrong, but she said that she was fine. Then I told her I would listen if she wanted to talk, and gave her my number.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I have a new project going on in my head:
I want to do good things
I want to do a least one thing, for someone else, everyday, and I`ll write about it here. And.. I want other people to do the same: DO GOOD THINGS, and write about it afterwards. It doesn`t have to be a big thing.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I`m tired of whining all the time. Starting new projects, not finishing, working with things I don`t like. I want to write, and I want to feel safe. I want to be safe. And I want a home, somewhere I don`t need to be a certain way, somwhere I don`t need to act a certain way. I want a project. A real project that will make the world a better place. I want to do something beautiful, something nice. BlahBlahBlah.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Where do I find people to like in L.A?
Everywhere I go, I find shallow people, who only cares about their carriere. I don`t find anyone who really reach into my heart, because of their personality.
Am I blind?
Where do I find them?
Saturday, January 9, 2010
I do really tro.
I do try to be positive,
to write positive,
to make this a positive thing..
But there is something missin, it really is, and I can`t either describe or understand what it is. What is breaking my heart? What is tearing my apart? What is that feeling in my stomach?
I have everything I want, don`t I?
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Back in L.A. Weird to leave Norway, but also good.. Still, I don`t feel home anywhere. Is it normal? Is it a parf of being a teenager? Do any of you feel home? And what makes you feel like you`ve got a home? So many questions, so few answears..
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Photo: Michael Sander
I DO really make drama everywhere I go. The night ended, of course in his house, we two, alone. Of course we had sex, and we cried, I broke a lamp, he hit me and I put up a fight. Then I cried again, and, of course, we ended up having sex. AGAIN.
God, how I hate that man.