it has been such a fiasco and my heart has broken several times. i need to stop dying. and the years i have waited, to get out, might be over. in a week. malthe and i are moving to copenhagen. i hope. no.

this is happening. i think. i might be dreaming. i dreamt i lost a tooth. i dreamt i met skye. i dreamt about skye. she was the prettiest thing ever. in a big apartment. but then. i had to go out. and it was just a chaotic city, and i can't walk around alone in big crowds because i get panic attacks. i get nervous, shaky, sweaty. and i lost a tooth. and i was bleeding everywhere.

i have a note from conor oberst and my favourite bright eyes song recorded on my voice mail. i have two of the best friends anyone could wish for.