Tomorrow I’m going back to my own flat in Førde(thank god). This year I’ve learned something and that is that I’m too old to stay this long at my mothers house. Every little annoying thing have started to build up a indescribable crappy mood. It’s like I have become someone else... someone not very nice.

And this freaky thing happened today. I was at the gym when I saw him. The guy who attacked me when I was about 4, which lead to half of my face bruised. I did manage to get away fortunately. He was around 17-18 then. I’m not traumatised or anything about that episode, I just remembered his face, even after 16 years. It was just bloody weird.