Hearts and bandages

I’ve been stuck to this certain livejournal for almost a week now. I don’t know why, but I just can’t get it off my head. It’s as if it was my own. The writer has just taken the thoughts off my brain and but them in words. I feel so close, yet so far away from her.

Maybe it’s because she’s also Chinese, but I feel that I can identify myself in almost all her entries. All her worries, her thoughts, her humour, her feelings… I almost feel the same. The only difference between us is that she already has gone through (or is getting used to be in) all those situations while I’m still in them. And that she’s two years older. And that she has both her parents living together and having a restaurant (like most Chinese middle-aged and older people). My parents divorced when I was very young, now mum’s working at a café while my father retired too young (I think he was about 40ish). Sometimes I dislike my parents as much as she does. It’s not as much with my mum nowadays, but I’m having major communication problems with my father.

I have actually met her boyfriend Björn. Twice. But I’ve never met her. I wonder why she won’t come to the southern parts of Sweden since she doesn’t have many places to go to up in the very north. Winter would be a little warmer here, too. I’d like to meet her. I’m sure we won’t talk much, if at all, but despite that, I’m so looking forward to seeing her. I think I like her without any reasons. It’s as her livejournal tells me what to do so that I won’t walk on the same wrong path that she took. I’m not sure. By the way, she seems very cute and not as fat as she says in her livejournal. I bet that she’s just overreacting. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, looks really… nerdy. I do mean nerdy. Very. But since he’s also so cool, I named my Bukowski-teddy Buffi (which is Björn’s nickname).

I can also tell you that I have two reasons of starting to blog in English:
1) To internationalize it and to improve my English
2) To become as good as Cookie in English

And I still haven’t got laid.