Friday, 28 August 2009

Memoire involuntaire

I remember stuff.

From far back. From kindergarden days, from when I was 7, from when I was 10, 12, 15, 17, and so forth. From more recently. The past months. The past weeks. The past days goes around in my head and keeps me from sleeping, from relaxing, from thinking about constructive things, from daydreaming on the bus.

The stupid things I said, how I could have expressed it better, how I could have acted differently. How other people must despise me, find me arrogant, retarded, insane, negative. I didn't mean it like that!


  1. en ting som aldri vil forrandre seg....... jeg opplever det samme... Andre skal forklare hva jeg mener og så blir alt galt..

  2. Det pleier ikke jeg oppleve, foruten att du gjorde det nå.

    Det er jeg som elter, ingen andre.


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