i'm twisted, ur not

now i guess i can say that i'm finished with almost half of the things that i have to do before i'm leaving. packed some, washed some, removed some. 

the only hard thing with going back is the times when my little prince starts to cry because he doesn't want me to. or when my father takes my hand and squeeze it without saying anything. that's big. and when my mum says "everything will be fine". 

why the fuck does life have to be so hard. 

yeah so hard. u don't even know a third.