I'm so sick and tired of feeling that something always is wrong, while I appear to have the best life ever with the awesome oppertunity to actually live here in Australia and do the things I love the most. Why is it so darn hard to just be happy? Why do I always over analyses stuff? Sorry for always nagging in this blog, but hey, it is my fucking blog!

I feel fat. Probably gained like 10 kg while I've been here. Thinking about stop eating for a week or so..sounds weird, but hey, I'm pretty weird.

I feel lonely. Heaps of peoples around me, but I feel like I'm the loniest girl in the world.

I'm killing myself without a reason. Tomorrow is my birthday. Yeey..