Still doing it.

Afraid of hurting, afraid of giving it up again - knowing the risks. Im scared to death. And this time im facing my fear.

With another sleepless night and another day at work im still alive. And tonight its time to recover. Ill be washing clothes, cleaning and studying. Doesnt sound to fun, but it needs to be done to clear my conscience. Another bad day. But tomorrow i wanna see changes. 

Im going back to Sweden and ill be picking up my drivers licence, im going to the liberary to get some information about my project work and the best thing - im getting my Ipod back. God, ive missed it. My cutie who keeps me going - always.

Sensation on saturday. Its gonna be bad ass.