Bakeing cake whit friends!

Bad things and good things!

Although there are a few bad things in my life right now. I ignore them and just have fun with my lovely friends! But a part of me says I should not ignore them, and maybe I'm a bit of a bad person.But I´m thinking that I may should begin thinking a little more about myself than thinking of my friends problems and all the other bad things in life

So an example on some good things is: I was recently at the cinema and see the world's best films: Mortal Instruments, City of Bones, along with one of my sweet girlfriends. I read the first book for a little over a year ago and suddenly the day came!. It was unbelievable to think I was sitting in the cinema, and watching the movie I had been waiting for so long! it's a really great, awsome, fantastic and fun movie!

And then yesterday came out the trailer for the movie Divergent, and of course, I also read that book! ;)
Currently I´m reading  the 2nd book: Insurgent! and to be honest it is also one of the best books I have read! So yeah I don´t care right now about bad thisng. I will try so only think of the good things!

That is what keep us going!<3 Loveing life!<3

Ohh god I´m bored but to lazy to do anything!

Ohh I do not know what to do with myself. It is lovely with weekend, but I´m just sitting in front of my computer and playing sims 3, rools up and and down on my facebook or lokking at close on the internet and I really got a awful headaches now. I don´t want to sit with my family now, because theya are just keep commenting on that I´m not doing anything and I should exercise! I know I should , but I'm just too lazy to do it and it is way too hard!

First day at school!

So my first day at my school started to day! Should really early up, and it was a little difficult, when I just got used to sleeping late. But then again it was great to see my old friends again and meet some new ones. So Awsome! Interesting to see how my 2 years and 3 months will go!

Part 2 of a small fictional story I wrote for fun

After the funeral, people begin to go there homes. The guards push me to get me, to go to the police car. "Wait, I can I pleace get a moment alone with my mother." The guard holding tight on my upper arm just laugh at me and says, "So you can escape, no I don´t think so. Littel witch. "He said, spitting the word witch out of his mouth. "I'm not a witch!" I shout at him.

He ignores me and pushes me hard, so I'm just about to stumble over my feets. People from the funeral are heading into their cars, but some people are giveing me their gazes filled with hatred and others just trying to avoid looking at me. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. We come to the police car. They push me into the back seat and slamming the door in. The guards are standing outside and laughing at something they think is very fun. I look out the windshield. It is the perfect funeral weather. Cold, foggy and gray. It looks like it is going to rain soon. I sigh and try to wipe my eyes with my shoulder.

I close my eyes and lean back and try to think of something good. I open my eyes again as two guards open the doors and sit in the car. "So you must be really excited about where you are going." Says the one guard and put the keys in the ignition. I ignore him and looking out of the window. Over on the other side of the road I noticed that there is a young guy and girl in all black clothing. Not fine funeral clothes, but black jeans and black hoodies. Their faces are quite cold, but when the car starts to move, smiles and nods the guy friendly, but at the same time there is something bad in his looked. And then I get chills down the spine. It was as if he smiled directly to me.

"Look at her, she looks terrified." Said the guard who is not sitting in the driver's seat. He is tall and masculine, his hair is blond but with a gray tinge. His eyes are dark and narrow, his nose is long and his mouth hangs down so he looks angry, even though he sits and laughs at me.

After almost 15 minutes or something like that. My eyelids are heavy and my body is restless. It makes sense that I am so tired. Have not slept in the past few days. After all this with mom and all these guards or what they are, who interrogated me a lot, asked me questions I can´t explain.
They said yesterday I do not get much more time, and tomorrow comes the boss to talk with me one last time. There was a guard who whispered to some, in the middel of the night, that my interrogation whit the boss it is going to be violent, and he would most definitely are going to break me, so I could not close an eye the other night. I only got these pictures of me tied to a chair, and there was this man whose face I could not see, who hit me and whipped me and many other violent things.

As I sit in my own thoughts the guards are just laughing at all sorts of things. I look out on the road. There is driving a dark blue car with windows I can´t see through. The window is rolling down and the boy from before is sitting there. The girl is driving the car. The boy smiles and takes his forefinger up to his lips,
to signal me to be quiet. Then he takes a paper with large letters and then keeps it up so I can read it. It says: HOLD ON TIGHT, AND PROTECT YOUR HEAD! 

I'm speechless and I´m staring at him whit big eyes. He is rooling up the window. I shake my head, ranging in my body and holding onto the seat as best I can. I don´t know exactly what is going to happens, but I know this is my chance to get away, or being saved by two people I not not know.
I get a little surprised when the blue car run into us, but the guards is be more surprised than I´am. That man driving the car focus on the road and start driving faster. Then I can´t see the dark blue car more, but I have a feeling it's not over. "What was that?" Asks the guard with the long nose, and they both start to laugh.
"Perhaps someon who will have our little witch there is sitting in the back seat."

"Yes, like a car could be her."

"I can hear you, you know." I spit at them. "Well did you hear that David. She thinks she's getting away.
But you know what there are three other police cars driving around, with at least three guards in them,
so it is impossible for someone to rescue you.

I turn around and looks on the road behind us. I can see two police cars, but suddenly one of the vars drivs completely wrong and seconds later runs the other car also completely wrong.
And then I notice that there is three bullet holes in the windows on both car.

I can´t stop la laugh a little, but I´m quickly shuts my mouth, but the guards noticed it. The guard with the long nose, looking earnestly at me, but his eyes change to surprised. And suddenly he has a hole in his forehead. I scream, but closing my mouth again and laugh a little. He diserve to did.

The blue car is back and it continue to run into us. I assume that it is now I and hold on tight. And then it happens. The guard who still drives suddenly get shot and the car spinning around. The windows smashedes and my body is thrown back and forth. The car hits something hard, and is overthrown. I turn my head.
And then fails everything for me and all I see is darkness.  

From weak and vulnerble to stronger and wiser.

Even if you are weak and vulnerable, you tell yourself that you simply must go on. Your heart will heal with time and you will not only be stronger, but also much wiser.

Letting go.

It's hard to let go of someone you like very much, but sometimes it's just the best thing to do.
     Your heart will heal with time, so don´t give up now, because in the end it will be worth it. <3

1 part of a small fictional story I wrote for fun

Everything is as if it is a black and white silent film playing in slowmotion in front of my eyes, and I can´t paused it or just turned off. People look sad, but when they are looking at me I can see the hate and the fear in they eyes. Grandpa says that I should just Ignore them, and I must know that it is definitely not my fault, that mom is not here anymore.

But he is wrong, it's my fault. I got mad at my mom. And then something happened that I could not manage. My body got really warm, and suddenly the living room was in flames. My mother was not as surprised as I were. She kept saying that I needed to relax, but it made everything worse. I remember her eyes and her last words. And the picture keeps running around in my head.
"I know there is overwhelming honey, but you have have to breathe slowly and relax. Look at me Leah, Leah honey look into my eyes at breath. " She said and then it happened. I yelled and screamed at her. And the fire was getting worse, and I could not control it. "Her eyes were sad but focused, as if she knew it was her last words she ever would say to me. While my body was getting warmer, she said: "You are special Leah, and no one shall take it from you. I love you so much! "Tears rolled down her cheeks and then it all explode. The fire embraced us, and I fainted. I don´t remember much after that.


I survived in the burning, but my mother did not. And if I could I want to take all I said and did back. It sould be be who did in the fire not my mother. People are giving me the look, because in this world everyone is afraid of witches, wizards, werewolves, vampires and magic all the supernatural stuff. We do not live in peace. We walk around with fear eveyday. We are affraid to be manipulated by the supernatural and lose our loved ones, being torture and getting killed in the worst way of the supernatural.

Because I survived in the fire, people are look at me as a witch who has no heart. However, I am at my mother's funeral, but in handcuffs and with a lot of armed guards around me. Grandpa told me that I need to escape as soon as I get the opportunity. I asked him how, but he said: "You will know when you have your opportunity." Which I did not get much help out of. A part of me says I need to escape, or else they kill me, but another part of me says maybe I´am a heartless witch who have to die, because I had no soul and I burned my mother to death, but then again, if I think that I deserve to die, it might mean that I have a heart and I feel. And I know one thing for sI do, and that is that I loved my mother very much and I will always do even though she is dead. So if I have a heart how does thatmake me a bad person. If I´m not a heartless witch, then what am I then.

I´m a hurting heart, but I just kepp going. Cause we got to live and enjoy everythig even in our darkest times!

So my X-boyfriend he contacted me 4 months after he broke up. And now he is asksing if I could give him a second chance. In a way I had seen it coming, but I were still in shock when he asked me. I thought a lot about it, and was willing to give him one, but after he canceled our plan to be together, then I'm starting to think that I will not give him a second chance. He hurt me once and who knows he might do it again. I'm not willing to go into it again. Although a part of me still love him dearly and missing the feeling when he looked at me and saysing sweet things and when he kisses me and many other ting, and then there is also a big part where I feel that he is not always so much in to it.

So now I'm really confused, do not know what I want. But think it will be easier if I did not go back to him. I will get ovcer him faster this time and I will live my single life with my lovely girlfriend and avoid getting hurt in the end. So now I just have to tell him that I can´t give him the second  chance....
Hope my life gets a little bit easier after I have spoken with him. And I stop thinking about him and that I can fall asleep happy and not confused anymore.

Boys comes and go but real friend will allways stay. <3 <3 <3

First post

So this is my new blog. I'm just another face in this world. And I´m going through things many others do, but I love to write, so why not start here. I will write about my feelings. Life, ups and downs, tears, joy, hate and love. How I will get through itm and how good life can be. And maybe once in a while I will writing a small fictional Story, just because it's my hobby I love.

And my english spelling might be a little bad, because i´m not english;)