wasted years

I miss you. It can take seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, unless I hear from you. And all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and years I use to think of you. Why you never show up outside my house? Why not send the letter to me? Why call me? Why not send sweet messages to me further?

And I just wonder: will use these years to think of me? Can it really take several months without a thought to me? Not a second time?
But I continue to wait, hoping that you're standing outside my door one day. Call me naive, but I love you.

sult

I told another lie today. I know the right words to say. "I'm not hungry. I ate before I left."

Someone told me how good I looked. And for a moment, I was happy.
I do not know the first time I felt that I was not good enough, the day I stopped eating. But that day changed my life forever. I know I should know better.
Sometimes I have it good. And then, for a moment, I find hope. But sometimes I have no good, and then I need your help.

I'm currently not good. And I need your help.

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Fjellet.

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