Here you go!

It has been a long time since I wrote something long and worth reading. I think I will try to change this now. It probably won’t be long, but it will be longer than a 140 character tweet. It already is… And it won’t be worth reading, for sure. Today has been alright I guess. I went to play tennis directly after school together with my sister and Jess. It was okay. I don’t like tennis. There are many reasons why I shouldn’t play tennis:

• I’m useless.
• I think it’s boring.
• I’m too lazy for it.
• I’m too fat.
• I’m too slow.

And here I am at home by my desk writing this with a cup of old cold tea standing next to me… I better clean up this mess.

Today is the last day with only girls at home. Dad will be back from Sweden tomorrow. I wish I was in Sweden now. I kinda like it when he’s away, we don’t always work well together. *cough, cough* If I was in Sweden I’d spend as much time as possible with Ida and Sibela. Though… I think Sibela is slipping away from me. I guess that’s what happens when you live so far from each other. I would not like to go back and have this undone. I would not be the same person if we not would have moved to Czech Republic and I like who I am right now.

I can’t wait for Sunday, I will go to Prague and meet a friend and we will go buy tickets to The Wombats! :D Two Wombats shows in a year. This is definitely my year!

So, here you go! :)

I'm a bad blogger

As you sure notice I haven't blogged in ages. I'm still not sure if I've missed it or not... I'm not hooked up like I was before. Talking about being hooked: I've really gotten into The Wombats lately. I saw them at Rock for People and, yeah, I fell in love. It's not often I hear some music and start dancing like crazy.

This summer has gone so fast and it's soon time to go back to school. (22nd of August, I think) It will be a hell. I really don't want to go back to school. Urgh. I just hope I won't get depressed again.

You see my mentor seem to have taken some sort of roll as my therapist. She says she knows what it's like to be in my age. On the outside I nod and so but on the inside I want to yell at her:

"YOU MIGHT KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE 15 BUT YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE ME. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU FUCKING KNOW ME!"

But I don't.

I think that's it. We'll head back to Czech Republic on Sunday. (not tomorrow.)

I wish I could tell you more, but I'm empty.