....

This morning i felt really strange,
i felt sad but happy at the same time
as a feeling of senslessness if you
wish to call that. And i suppose that
it might have something to do with the
rather confused look my teacher gave
me yesterday when she asked me why
i was only writeing in english and not
danish, well the reason for that is
simple, im better in it and i think
it sounds better, allowes more words
i suppose you can say atleast for me.
Is this what the world has comed to?
To a generation whos mother laungage
is replaced by not their own but by
a global one sutch as english or some
oather contry? For the reason to be
more global and for more people to
understand a simple message. And if
so shoud we be worryed about sutch a
trivial thing? Or isent it trivial at
all?Also what might she say about the
short story i send her last night, or
well it was the first chapter in one
the one called "Wolf" Will she like it?
Will she hate it? Or maybe i shoudent even
care about what she thinks as it....?

But it seems no matter what my music
is like a soothing tidalwave that rushes
over me and takes away all my worrys and
all my sorrows in a single rush on coldness.

Tonight im for some reason feeling kinda down
kinda sad for no reason at all, and its killing me
i shoud feel happy yet i dont, i have been writeing
in my Wolf Chapter 2 all day and its been comeing
along nicely but it feel like the further i develop the
story the stranger i feel, its like im putting some of
my self in to that story and after a day like today
i just feel lost in darkness..... it makes me feel depressed
That thers no light right now, not even a smal hint of it...
I wonder a lot what i shoud do to feel better but notting
comes to mind at all except that maybe i shoud just keep
writeing it and see where it takes me, if it woud make me
feel better, or maybe even worse only time will tell i suppose..

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