Morwen vender tilbake

Så var jeg tilbake, det er litt rart i grunn sånn sett, flere måneder uten å skrive noe som helst for å så begynne igjen.

Jeg er fremdeles i det forholdet jeg nevnte første gangen. Og vi har det flott, men det som plager meg og som har fått meg til å skrive igjen er det faktum at jeg nå har begynt å tenke lengre frem i tid. Alt for langt frem i tid spør du meg. Noen ganger kan jeg drømme om at han spør meg om jeg vil flytte inn til ham, andre ganger at vi faktisk deler livet vårt sammen, jeg ser ikke for meg at vi gifte oss, bare eldre, og med den vissheten om at vi faktisk kommer til å bli gamle sammen.

Og det er det som skremmer meg. Noe så enormt også.

Jeg er et følelsesmessig vrak, noen ganger knekker jeg bare sammen uten å helt vite hvorfor, og da er jeg livredd for at han skal dumpe meg eller gå fra meg eller hva som helst ille. Jeg er sårbar og vil ikke være det.

Samtidig er det disse tankene jeg har i hodet mitt, om fremtiden vår, jeg har aldri hatt et forhold før ham og nå fantaserer jeg om et liv med ham? Jeg er for ung for det, alt for ung. Venninnene mine driver å flytter sammen med typene sine, andre igjen forlover seg og snakker om barn og skal gifte seg om ikke så lenge. Kanskje det er derfor jeg blir så tussete?

Om jeg skal si sannheten så er jeg ikke en stor tilhenger av ekteskap, jeg liker det ikke, så derfor er det rart for meg å se venninner som er like gamle som meg forlove seg, gifte seg, snakke om barn og alt annet. Jeg er lykkelig for dem, jeg er det, men samtidig klarer jeg ikke å la være å tenke at, uff dere er så unge, vi, er så unge. Hvorfor nå?

Noen finner sin partner allerede nå og det er jo flott men for meg er det fremdeles rart.

Offentliggjort i:  on mars 3, 2009 at 9:10 pm Skriv en kommentar

MX Fighteren

Nå har jeg altså vært og kjøpt meg en vibrator, valget falt til slutt på MX Fighter. Jeg har pøvd meg litt frem, og den er god. Men jeg har aldri prøvd vibratorer før, så det jeg nå lurer på er: Hva bør man gjøre for å få det beste resultatet?

Skal man gjøre seg selv opphisset eller er det bare å hoppe i det med vibratoren?

Offentliggjort i:  on oktober 16, 2008 at 9:03 am Skriv en kommentar

Når du ikke får orgasme

Jeg er i mitt første forhold, et herlig forhold med en herlig gutt som respekterer meg fullt ut og aldri presser meg til noe. Vi har deilig sex, jeg liker det, problemet ligger bare i at jeg ikke får orgasme…Jeg kommer bare aldri. Han sier at vi ikke skal stresse det frem, noen jenter kommer lett, noen kommer ikke så lett og andre kommer ikke i det hele tatt. Vi må bare øve. Jeg er lykkelig over at han er så pass rolig over det hele, over at han faktisk ikke irriterer seg over at jeg ikke får orgasme hver gang vi har sex, noen ganger klarer jeg ikke å bli ordentlig våt en gang.

Og det er da fortvilelsen dukker opp i meg. Er det noe seriøst i veien med meg?

Det må jo seriøst være noe alvorlig i veien med meg! Jeg blir lett skuffet over meg selv siden jeg ikke kommer, men likevel så nyter jeg sexen, jeg liker det, men jeg skulle bare ønske jeg kunne komme jeg og…

Offentliggjort i:  on oktober 7, 2008 at 7:51 pm Kommentarer (5)

Picking up the pieces

What I hate is that I gave my self to you. I let my self fall for you. And here I am, the looser on the other side, while you continue your life. I wish you still where here. Or at least somewhere close to me.

Why is it always me, that has to get hurt?

Why, I dont get it. On the other side everything looks good, so nice. Like your impossible to touch. Impossible to hurt. But in the end, everywhere you are you can get hurt.

I am not as cold as I thought I could be. I not as though as I thought I could be.

Leaving me like that at work was not the best thing you could have done. Yet maybe it was the best place to do it. Cause then I had to pull myself together to keep my brave-face on. I had to force my tears down, I had to force my pain away. Put in on hold.

Put it on hold until I got home. Put it on hold until I was safe in my shower, where I could let it all out without letting anyone else know what had happened.

I guess you are not an ass, youre not the pathetic guy I let my self fall for. Youre the nice guy I met, the gentleman who gave me my confident back. Allowed me to be me. Made me be happy with my life.

I have to pull my self back, pick up the pieces you left me in.

And still it hurts, but not as much as it did then, at the beginning.

Offentliggjort i:  on juli 16, 2008 at 6:51 pm Skriv en kommentar
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Dear you

I dont get the power you have over me, you can make me laugh easily, at the same time you can make me cry just like that. I want to move on, but somehow I cant. Youre still there, youre still around and you keep me there. You give me signs that you still like me, then you turn around and tell me something else.

I have never hated you and I will never do it either, so why wont you believe me? Why do I have to explain my self all the time? You moved on too, not just me.

I miss you, I still have feelings for you, but now, what you said to me that night made me think, its time to let go, I cant wander around and wait for you. I dont know Morwen you said, do yo know how that broke my heart? Do you really know how it felt for me?

I told you that we couldnt be friends anymore, it wont work. Just like it hasent been working for the last 4-5 years. If you cant say yes or no, I cant be your friend. I want to be your friend. If I cant be with you, I would like to be your friend. But as things are now. Its best if we are not friends.

Still I hate to admit that I need you in my life, somehow you get me, somehow you understand me.

I am fighting with my self here, thinking that I can let go of you, I can move on, I have to. At the same time I just want to hear yes or no, a decision, so I could move on without loosing you completely. What will happen next I dont know, this is how I feel right know.

Love

Morwen

Offentliggjort i:  on mai 17, 2008 at 5:48 pm Skriv en kommentar
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No inspiration

I look at you

You look at me

Your empty

I cant move

I cant write

I cant look at you

Youre closed.

Just like me

Offentliggjort i:  on april 10, 2008 at 3:29 pm Skriv en kommentar
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Thougths about love and me

I guess its hard for me, to understand and trust my feelings. I like to believe that I understand my feelings completely, but the truth is I dont. I have no idea how to understand my self, I am never sure if I am in love, if I just like them as friends or something else.

I am like a closed book, a closed book that is hard to open, even for me its hard to open.

Some people say they know me, they know every single part of me, when they say that I just smile and let them think that yes you do kow me. But while I am smiling and letting them think that they truly know me, my heart and head is saying “No, you dont know me, not every single part of me.”

And that´s the truth, no one knows every single part of me, I am not sure I know every single part of me. I have so many secrets or things I would never say outloud. Things that may not even be secrets in real life, but since I´ve never said them outloud they are secrets. They have been in the silence of my head for so long that they sort if become secrets. And since they now are secrets I would never say them outloud.

In reality I think I am scared to fall in love.

There, I said it. I think I am scared of love, scared to trust someone with my enitre heart and soul, scared of holding someone elses heart in my hands, scared of being the one who can cause pain or joy. I am just. Scared.

The words I love you sound so good in movies, books or magazines, but in real life, when a boy says that to me I freak out. The first time I ever heard those words I was 15, he told me he loved me, and I freaked out, I just wanted to run away as far away as I could possibly get. I have never heard those words from a boy since then.

And its ok, but I truly believe that if someone told me that today, I would run away. Because love scares me, I love you freaks me out.

Offentliggjort i:  on april 1, 2008 at 3:40 pm Skriv en kommentar
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How to tell a friend

Can you tell a friend that you dont want to be with her today? Without risking that she will be pissed off, and say things that you dont want to hear? How do you do that? How do you tell a friend that you dont want to be with her and the rest of the gang today. That you want to be alone or with someone else?

I try to be honest, but sometimes its hard because you know how she will react, so I lie, so I tell her I´ve promised someone else that I would be with them today or the next day. Just so I wont hurt her feelings or risk that she gets really pissed at me.

But is she a good friend if she gets angry at me if I am honest? I dont want to lie, but I know her temper and I choose to tell her this “white lie” and get away with it.

How many times have we lied to our friends, even the tinest lie counts. How many times have I and the rest of the world chosen to say something else than the truth  to save ourselves from a potentially fight, or just to have some time for ourselves.

No one likes to be a liar, no ones likes to admit that they are a liar, I know I have told lies before, who hasent? But when it gets to friends and family you shouldnt have to lie, but again what do you say to a friend that has a bad temper and probably will get pissed at you?

Back then I told her I had to be with another friend, without actually having to be with my other friend. But this time I am going to tell her the truth. I am going to tell her that I dont want to hang out with them, I just dont want to, I just want to be home.

I believe that in a friendship you should be able to tell eachother the truth and I am really trying here, but I dont like that she gets angry with me. I guess I just have to do it and then see what happens next.

Offentliggjort i:  on mars 28, 2008 at 1:55 pm Skriv en kommentar
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The Fake Smoker

I dont like smoking, it smells, you will probably stink smoke the whole day and the next day, and swallowing the smoke is near impossible for me. But yet I find myself with a smoke in my hand, with my fellow student buddies outside in the cold and darkness of February.

Why are you doing this? Says my head,

Cause I want to fit in, I want to be social, I want to be a part of that gang, this gang.

You know your faking it…

And?

You are so lame Morwen

Like I dont know that, my head says one thing, my heart says something else. The thing is, I never thought I would be one of them, the smokers, the ones standing in the rain taking their precious smoke. But yet everytime I have a party with my student buddies, I find myself in the same position I have been in since I started to attend the “Uni”, if I smoke I suddenly get friends, I suddenly have someone to talk to, to hang with. And I like it, after being alone for several weeks, I like the attention I get, the feeling of actually having some friends is worth holding that damn smoke and holding out with the smell.

And theres another thing…

I feel cool holding that smoke, like I am doing something.. I dont know wrong? Forbidden? Something that your parents or my parents wouldnt like me to do. So I smoke or rather fake smoke, because I dont swallow the smoke, for two main reasons, for me fitting in, and to be cool or different. I dont like being a part of a crowd, I´ve never liked that.

But on one side I am following the crowd, I am smoking to fit in so in the end I am a part of the crowd anyway, the same crowd I´ve been trying so hard to not be a part of. At the same time I am not  part of the crowd since I am faking, I am not smoking, just pretending to. Understand that? I dont, I think.

In the end I am what I am, and I am trying to accept that.

I am the fake smoker.

Offentliggjort i:  on mars 26, 2008 at 10:03 pm Kommentarer (2)
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Little thief

I remember the first time I stole something, I must have been about 4 -5 years old and I was in kindergarden. We had been playing shop and customers all day, and we had these fake money things, they were made out of plastic and had different colours. And all the kids put them in their pockets or bags or something, and we played, I remember how much fun we had that day.

At the end of the day my mom came to pick me up, we walked home and I told her everything we did that day. Then we came home and we had our dinner with dad,  suddenly I put my hand in the pocket and took out the money. I was so shocked. I just stared at them and I couldnt believe that I still had them, I had been so sure that I had given back every single cent to my teacher in kindergarden.

My mom looked at me and asked what I was holding in my hand, I just looked at her with a scared face, my mom told me about my face, I just remember my heart beating harder and faster, I gave it to her and started to cry. I had stolen the money! She of course was confused, she first thought I had taken them, but then as I managed to explain myself, she understood that I didnt mean to take them.

The next day I had to appologize, but I still felt like a thief. And I was so upset. No one ever said that I was a thief and I know that it was an accident that I had them in my pocket, but that feeling was so scary and even this day I remember it. I guess I am a little thief, a thief that has never dared to “steal”again after that experience.

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