But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I my dear

You're the train that crashed my heart.
You're the glitter in the dark.

Back from Sweden, and trying to get back into the school groove. 3 essays due in 3 weeks and then it's the Easter break yay. More travelling but means more money :/
I'm glad we managed to talk again without getting angry/sad/spiteful, so I guess it's a good start.
Okay, back to essay planning :(

p.s. Blonde Swedish men, you have my heart.