Mormor brought me a new journal, after someone went and got mine lost in the forest for the sixth time. Of course I aren't naming any names, only it was Erik, every time.

Good quiet weekend, seems having parents around kept everyone from laiking about too much. Weren't a bad plan.

( i felt the rain on your face and the damage you had done )

( character relations, ALWAYS UNDER CONSTRUCTION )

how's my driving?

( notes; constantly under construction )

( under cut )