you can't just get into me. it's not that easy. i'm not a english writer, really not at all. actually i'm norwegian and i hate to speak and write english. i suck. but yeah, back to the facts. i'm not that easy. people usually don't read me. they give up, or they just don't try... some believe that they know me, but no-one does. except for my boyfriend.
yeah, i have this boyfriend. he's gorgeous, nice and just perfect. we've been together for more than nine months now and i'm so happy about it. i love him more than anything. he's just so perfect. i can't stop smiling when i'm with him. or actually, that's a lie. because i don't always smile. but he makes me smile more than anyone else. he makes me more happy than anyone else have ever done. and that's... i'm just so lucky. lucky and happy.
well.. i like to think i'm a grey person. or actually, i don't like it, but i think i am it anyway. i'm not that lucky teenager with boys around her at every time or not the teenager with the friends and the perfect life. even tough, i don't think that that ones har happy all the time either, but yeah... i'm not the happy-teenager-girl. i'm so much more than that.
it's boring to write... so i stop here. don't keep reading.
