
My mother is by far the only person in the world who knows me the best. And I tell her everything. Well. Almost everything..
That's why I'm so happy that I know that when I get one of my panick attacks I can call her. And she calms me down.
And then when I can breathe again I go upstairs and the boys take care of me and give me chocolate and say that I shouldn't be sad because sad is stupid and I shouldn't complain because landscape architecture isn't a real subject and my ass is never gonna look as good as Ivan's.
That's what I need when I'm sad. My mom who can calm me down and the boys who can pick me back up again by making me laugh.
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ReplyDeleteSkönt att bli jämförd med snygga, vältränade unga män - sånt gillar jag.
Det jag inte förstod var vad du menar med NÄSTAN ALLT!
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