Dear dairy.

Today I turned 19.

I entered this new year of my life crying infront of my freinds by the water in the cold. I did not feel it though, my tears where so warm. I cried about lost love. Not something actually lost but something I let pass me by. I dought they even heard the last part since I was crying. Then we started talking something else and I laughed. I cried and laughed. I hugged them after that. I cried because I know I had to be drunk to tell them about it, to let them in, to show my feelings. I cried because I knew I was going to have to get drunk again to feel this way, to show how I feel.

Sorry for a litteral blogpost just wanted to put this somewhere.