Monsters underneath my bed
so.
been at my parents house (in the middle of nowhere, on the swedish westcoast)for 4 days now (?) and it strikes me that nothing ever changes.
we still drink too much red wine, my sister will still try to steal my clothes, my brother will still kick my ass on every nintendo game we have and my father will, as always much rather play thoose videogames then to help me with our computer, that just keeps doing the exact oposite of what i want it to do.
My mother is still the best though. same goes for my grandparents, and my cat.
but I cant wait to go home.
every little thing in my old room seems to remind me something that I want to forget.
or something that i shouldent forget.
maybe i should get my self together and actually start working on that bright and sucessfull future that awaits me.
or I should just get a new outfit and go raving.
