Finally exams are done! Finished my last annual exam of the year with the highest grade. Offer is now a student. Peter has become 17. The best daily store ever (Netto) finally opened again. Managed to watch one whole episode of Star wars – which is fucking awesome. 11 days left for the Roskilde Festival. Everything is going smooth and I like it! I got a feeling that this summer will be a blast!
My sis is a wussy. She was beaten by a wall.
What do you think?
Look! I finally got a new bike!
I’m far from perfect. I don’t always do what’s best for others. I kill spiders. I lie for my parents. I don’t do my homework every day. I bite my nails. I envy other people. I don’t always appreciate what people do for me as much as I might should. I forget to do the dishes. I rarely clean my room. I say bad things about people behind their back.
And do you know what? No one’s perfect.
“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone” said Jesus… and well Jesus was a wise man and I could not agree more.
What I would define as ‘stupid’ is if people do not know that no one is perfect. Yes, I do say bad things behind people’s backs - but everyone does. No one will ever be able to walk up to me without lying and saying “I have never said one bad thing about another person.”
So why are people so surprised, when they figure out that someone have said something mean about them? Personally I’ve just started to accept it. I can’t be friends with everyone so why care about what they say? I don’t cry if people say something mean about me. I don’t get self-pitying. I don’t start rumors as revenge. And no, I don’t think I’m cold or without feelings, I simply just accept the fact that not everyone likes me. And yes, I would lie if I said that I wouldn’t be affected at some point if someone told others that I was a stupid thai bitch - but I just think it’s important to let it go. Seriously. Especially if the person, who told others the
This was the first thing that caught my eye in the kitchen when I came home from Linettes house after spending hours in company with the German language. I remember just standing there for 10 seconds just looking – speechless – until my brother told me that Stina bought it as a present for our father since it was Father’s day. Like that is a normal gift…
The butcher that has missing neighbors should not be trusted