/// ta det lungt

just got back in goettingen, sitting in my messy room, listening to ra ra riot. everything feels strange, like waking up from a dream. i feel like i'm in the verge of a panic attack (like last time) but a friend said, there's no need for that. ta det lungt, take it easy. stockholm is real.

i saw a couple of guys from mando diao in arlanda this afternoon, he was standing behind me in line. i didn't know who he was but i saw his bag and it says MANDO DIAO BJORN. haha i just saw them on tv this morning. but even if you don't know them, you would get the feel that they are someone important because of the way they carry themselves, like brats. haha i remember because i was crying when i saw them. i was waiting in line for security checks.

crying all over stockholm today. i cried on the arlanda express. i cried in centralen when i saw a teenage girl crying on her older sisters' shoulder saying goodbye. i cried with amanda when we had brunch in strings today. water faucet, the tears just won't stop falling.

there are hills and trees to be climbed, when you know someone awaits your return. tell me you are waiting for me.

ta det lungt. stockholm is real. he is real. and everything will be fine.