I was not the perfect one of the two of us. But I was good enough for you. And that made me happier than I ever had been. Finally I was worth somebodys attention. But there, watching the sunset, something felt so wrong. I don't know what it was. I had everything I ever wanted, right there. And I knew exactly what to do to get it. Yet, I didn't do it. I still ask myself why, but the answer is still the same: "I don't know why". And I still do the same thing. Over and over again. I simply deny myself from doing certain things for no particular reason at all. And that's just stupid, so fucking stupid. And I don't know if I should blame myself, because these things that I deny myself from doing, is in fact everything I want to do.

(Ibland är engelskan det enda sättet jag kan uttrycka mig på..)