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I’ve pretty much lost my original intentions of having a Tumblr. All I seem to do, is post/reblog pretty pictures, cheesy quotes about love, have conversations, lurk people’s life, feel so left out on the jokes here, and have my mood brought down since everyone’s so much better and prettier and smarter and cooler and friendlier and… I’m sick of being me. I’m sick of my mind, the things I think about, the things I assume, the things I see and/or think to see. I’m sick of having these mood swings all of a sudden. I’m sick of being this paranoid. God, just- Someone, please, take this evil part away from me. Or something, I don’t even know, I’m not making any sense. I’m just sick of it all and I hate it. I hate myself. And now I’m crying, oh joy.
They say, "Home is where the heart is", right? Well then one day when I fall asleep, listening to your heartbeat, I’ll know that is where I belong. I’ll know that I’ve finally found my home.
I like staying at my sister's place. Cause it means I have to take two trains to get there: the first one is a two hour ride and then the second is this ickle train thing of about 20 minutes. I love the two hour train, simply because I always have amazing naps then, with amazing dreams. And I absolutely loved the dream that I had today :’)
 12/03/09: I straightened my hair yesterday, but today it’s already starting to curl and get fluffy again. Ugh, I can’t don anything with my hair really. Reason why I straigtened it anyway? Well, I’m going to this dance tomorrow with my sister and lots of her friends and so, and she wanted me to straighten my hair for it, because apparently she thinks this style suits me better than my fluffy but natural hair. Yeah… Tomorrow I’m going to try to keep it all flat and non-frizzy with this spray from Schwarzkopf she bought me earlier. Hope it’ll work. And if not, oh well, who cares? :’)
formspring.me when you think of the most amazing scene and place in the world, what do you think of? Currently that’d be somewhere in a field, or on a hill. This guy’s laying beside me, his arm wrapped around me. My head’s resting on his chest. The full moon’s up: she’s so white and luminous that she lights up the spot where we lay. I can feel his heartbeat and his breathing calms me. Then with his other arm, he takes my hand and places his fingers in between mine. He softly starts humming a tune.
Rewind - Themed by shiftcomma3; edited by erikavw. Description: Hi, I'm Erika. Currently at the age of 17. I can be really mature, but happen to act like a toddler. Some love me, others hate me; each of those have passion in doing so. I'm nowhere near original. I'm naive; a lot like to abuse this fact. I trust people too easily and give away my heart too fast. (Contact me?) Before clicking the +follow button: I don't post thousands of things a day. I don't only post quotes and pictures; I blog about my life sometimes. I care about my followers, though I don't follow them all. I have reblog conversations but realise when to erase some of the early lines. I delete a lot of said conversations from my Tumblr after I'm done talking. I like meeting new and interesting people, so talk to me whenever you feel like it :) Tags: photos. about me/personal. formspringreplies. formspring. follow my other tumblelog. follow these guys. follow these girls. 
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