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I’m never home anymore. Almost. I’m always somewhere else. It doesn’t annoy me at all. And I don’t feel like going home even though I almost haven’t been home the last 3-4 weeks. I suppose I don’t have a need for being with my parents. Or maybe I just don’t like to be home. I don’t know why.


To be home is just boring and I don’t really care about my parents. Of course they mean something to me in some kinda way, but to talk to them and go somewhere with them isn’t interesting at all. I’d prefer to be with someone at my own age or just a few years older.
They’re more entertaining and they’re
usually not as boring as my parents.

I don’t know if it’s normal to feel this way and I don’t really care. No matter what this is the way I feel about home and such. I think.. maybe it could be something good. I have to move away from my parents sooner or later (I’d
like it to be soon) and when that time
comes I don’t have to feel sad or miss
them, after all I don’t think so. I feel
pretty ready to leave and get a place for myself.

‘Home sweet fucking home’ <- This is not really the way I feel about home, but it might be the
way that
many other people feel
when they
enter their own home
after a holiday in
another country
or something like that.

 

To me it’s much more interesting to be somewhere else where I’m not used to be. I learn much more when I’m not just at home where I know all the roads and houses. I think it’s more healthy to go see something new so that’s maybe what I try to do.



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Lately I’ve been thinking alot about the past 2-4 years. I’ve changed alot I believe. Especially speaking about clothes, style, make-up and such. I sure have changed alot. I don’t really know if it’s something good or something bad.



About 3 years ago I was much more aware about my style, clothes and just the way I was looking. Now I don’t really care.. or I do. Of course I think about it, but I don’t really care about looking childish and more or less ugly as I do now. I somehow feel comfortable wearing whatever I’m wearing. But I remember that back then when I used hours in front of the mirror I did feel quite comfortable as well. But when I look at pictures from 2-4 years ago I don’t wanna look the same again. But I might sometime soon try to use more time on myself, taking better care of myself and maybe look just as trashy and childish as I do now, but in a more.. fashionable way, but that’d probably be my kind of fashion, cause I’m never gonna look like those ugly skanky girls wearing only modern clothes. I don’t want that. I can change and still be me. I’ll always just be me, but new clothes and such is always nice.

My style now is way more chill than the clothes I was wearing back then. Back then I was inspired by punk and emo-ish clothes. Now I’m just.. sorta me?

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Nanna Kiks