Helt sjukt att det redan är första december! Känns inte alls som att vi är i decembermånad då det varken finns snö här eller är minusgrader, men förhoppningsvis kommer det snart. Jag längtar! :)

Förra veckan, och denna, har bestått av att öva, öva, öva och hmm.. Just det! ÖVA! Nu på lördag är det nämligen dags för julbasar på skolan och då ska vår klass framföra julsånger på teckenspråk. Det är ganska kul, men sjukt nervöst kommer det vara på lördag iaf. Ska bli intressant att se hur många som kommer komma dit i alla fall, med tanke på att de har pratat om en ny storm som ska komma på lördag. :/

Efter skolan åkte jag till Väla en sväng, hade en julklapp kvar att inhandla och behövde även handla ett klädesplagg som ska användas på lördag. Blev även en ny tröja och nytt sovplagg, sjukt skönt sovplagg faktiskt! Har det nämligen nu :). Absolut inte världens bästa bild ni får se på köpet, men är bättre än inget :).

Nej, nu ska jag fortsätta se på Criminal Minds :).

God natt!

Puss

Things that happened in the past, both good and bad. Everything turns into memories. Memories that eventually just fade away. When there is more bad memories than good, the good ones will fade away. The beautiful photographs that you have stored in your head, in the room in the back, they have their place, so you easily can take a look at them if you need to.

The less good and bad photographs hiding it at the back of the room. So far back you could get. They're hidden for everyone. Photographs showing those tough times you've been threw. The tough moments we had. All the times you were sad, whether you have had a reason or not. All the moments you wish you could take back things you said or did.

Every tough time you've been through, available in the back of the room, as far in the back as you can get. When there is only darkness around you, nothing else, then you have come to the right place. There are memories that have influenced you as a person, who you are, whether you like it or not. The memories are tucked away for everyone else, sometimes even to yourself. You are ashamed of things that happened, even though these are the things that made you who you are.

Eventually it gets so crowded in the back of the room that the bad memories moves up front in the room, next to all the good memories, all the nice photos. Your fine photographs fade as the bad photographs abound. You will have a few good photos, while you have hundreds of bad ones. Secretly. Such a big secret that you almost doesn't want them yourself. But you need them, whether you like it or not. You need to be reminded of all the terrible things, of all the mistakes and errors.

Finding someone you can trust that you also want to give a key to, the key to your secret little room, to all your photos, it's hard. To find that one person that's there for you 24/7, at all times, and do not condemn you for your faults and mistakes, it is difficult, if not impossible. We're very quick to judge one another, even if we deny the fact.

It is not wrong to appear weak, even if you can believe it in today's society. On the contrary, you're a strong person for doing it. To have contact with your feelings. The person you entrust your most precious key to, it is the one that you know you can trust. That's always there for you. That will never judge you for the things that shown on your photographs. Find the one you can give that key to, and hold tight.

The person that you choose to give your key to, could call himself/herself lucky.. That one person will have access to your innermost feelings, thoughts and memories. That person will get to know you, deeper than any other. Be careful who you give your key to. Giving the key to the wrong person can result in more photographs. Don't be too quick to give out the key, let it take time..