This is the diary of an imaginary girl.

There it is, I can see
 The little picture perfect me
I have tried, using force
 But it always ends up tragically
So I stay the way I am
 Just a crooked little outline
I’m whole, then not, and back again
 Wondering when I’ll ever find
Someone who will take the time

Puzzle me
 Spread my heart out on your floor
The pieces now are yours to put in place
 Rearrange, ‘cause I’m scattered, undefined
Hanging on by borderlines
 ’Till you complete
You puzzle me

It’s almost evening in Holland.It’s foggy, so there is no real sunset to see, unfortunately.I don’t have a view like on the picture since I live in the middle of a city,but I don’t live in a big city. Cars are driving towards home, people returning from work. Shops are about to close. A few people on the streets, sneeking into shop windows.  I love sitting here, staring out the window. 

It’s almost evening in Holland.
It’s foggy, so there is no real sunset to see, unfortunately.
I don’t have a view like on the picture since I live in the middle of a city,
but I don’t live in a big city. Cars are driving towards home, people returning from work. Shops are about to close. A few people on the streets, sneeking into shop windows.  I love sitting here, staring out the window. 

Bicycle


Everyone in Holland has a bike. 
It’s the ultimate transport.
And I have to cycle to school everyday, 13 kilometers.
It’s healthy, I know. It’s nice when it’s sunny.
But here in Holland the weather sucks.
It rains. A lot. And just when I was cycling to school yesterday,
it started hailing. I was lucky to be with a friend, so we could laugh at it.
We were like: “HAHAH- AUCH! HAHAHAH.. AUCH!” 
There was nowhere to hide. There was just fields surrounding us, and some cars passing, drivers laughing in our face. My shoes turned into birdbaths. My pants were soaked. And this happens almost daily.