Life.

Life is hard, we all know it, we have all seen it.
It’s all up to us and how we play our cards, not really optimal, but.

It’s time for me to change my life, to reach my goals. I just have no idea how.
School? Makes me meet people maybe I find a band.
Training? Could help me loose weight.
But what kind of school, which school? What kind of training?

I wrote something yesterday, and it means a lot to me, trying to feel like you are alive and free instead of feeling like you are stuck in a cage and dying.

I’d really like to share my work, but I am too scared too.
They mean so much to me and if they are lost, I don’t know what I’d do.
My writing is my life, they explain everything I have been trough.

18 years. I am 18 and my mother have been sick my entire life, six months ago she was actually dying, but as time was on it’s last we got the call. They had a matching liver.
And today she is recovering.

6 years, I have known him for six years. Trough my private hell, he’s been there. I really do love him, but we need our space, and we can’t keep this up anymore. We still talk, we are still friends, but this is so hard I just want to break down and cry.

Music is my life, all I want to do is to be in a band. To play drums and write songs. Find people who listens to our music and get helped by it. Inspired by it. Saved by it.