The girl next door

The last few days has been partly awful.
Some moments have been good and wonderful and amazing and everything else that anyone would want in their life, but mostly I've been sitting somewhere all by myself crying and smoking far too much.
I know I should try to solve my problems and not make them even worse by trying to ignore them, but there are some things that you simply can't talk about with anyone. At least not with anyone that I know. Besides, I don't have a clue what I'd say to you about everything. Things seem to be a bit complicated right now and I have no idea why. I've got pretty much everything I could ever imagine, so why am I not saticfied?
It's bothering me to not quite know what's wrong.

How ever. Other than that I don't have too much to tell you. I've been cleaning and studying all day, and in a little less than five hours I'm going to Sthlm with my sister, Sara. Saturday will be spent in Sexdrega and Sunday too, since I'm going to church for a couple of hours.

The german exchange student, Anna, will be here Monday afternoon. I'm pretty exited, but I don't know, the french exchange students seem to be pretty much a pain in the ass.

W/e

Your silence is scaring me.