i don't know. it feels weird writing. it's like all the things that have been going on, live inside my head still. words can never really justify the train of thought.

i stayed with niels, julian and casper, and met jose, sandra, lucif, joakim, morten, camilla and jonas. i saw bands like velour, cranes, tiger baby and under byen [who, by the way, are fantastic and fabulous and wonderful]. i also saw 'I AM DINA' and it might not have been visible, but i cried all the way through it.

i am now at my parents house, and i don't feel at home. i feel tense and [avoidantangstymelancholicempty]. sometimes i wonder; do i really have a home?