skummelt...

Jeg er 19 år og det er oktober høsten 2008
Jeg er 19 år og føler jeg har ekkelt dårlig tid, burde begynne på studier, på en utdannelse, på begynnelsen av et liv.
Problemet er bare alt jeg skal gjøre først akkurat nå er jeg jo travelt opptatt med å gå på folkehøyskole..
Neste år har jeg planlagt et år i sjøforsvaret og etter det er det jeg har tenkt å studere det jeg bestemmer meg for de neste to åra....

men om jeg kommer til våren i 2010, og fortsatt ikke veit hva jeg vil videre i livet , hva da?

Hva om alle vennene mine får fast jobb, mann, barn, stasjonsvogn og bikkje og begynner å leve et A4 liv, før jeg har kommet meg et eneste steg videre?

Jeg føler meg overhodet ikke klar for å begynne mitt voksne liv akkurat nå, det er jo derfor jeg har valgt som jeg har valgt.

men hva om jeg fortsatt om to år ikke veit ha jeg vil? hva da?

men må legge meg har en morgensamling å holde imorgen.. tenkte å ta opp dette diktet her:

I Went To A Party

I went to a party, Mom.
And remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom,

So I had a Sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,

The way you said I would,

That I didn't drink and drive,

Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,

And your advice to me was right

the party finally ended,

And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,

Sure to get home in one piece,

I never knew what was coming,Mom,

something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,

And I hear the policeman say,

"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,

"Mom, his voice seems far away.

My blood's all around me,

As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,

"This girl is going to die."

I'm sure the guy had no idea,

While he was flying high,

because he chose to drink and drive,

Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom,

Knowing that it ruins lives?

And now the pain is cutting me,

Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom,

Tell Daddy to be brave,

And when I go to heaven,

Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,

That it's wrong to drink and drive.

Maybe if his parents had,I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,

Mom,I'm getting really scared.

These are my final moments,

And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me,

Mom,As I lie here and die.

I wish that I could say I love you,Mom.
So I love you and good-bye.

HAsTa La vISta PeOplE!