Tidying up at home is fun-fun. My place is starting to look nice again, and that makes me happy :)

Found some old letters Anna sent me while she was living in Greece. It’s been a while… I don’t really remember what it stands in them letters, but I don’t have the courage to look, not today.
It’s been three months.

Work in two hours, aww. I don’t feel like it, I want to stay at home and do stuff instead; cooking, reading, tidying up, take a looooong bath… Stuff like that :P
But, as usual: I need the money.
…yesterday I thought I was ill again. I felt faint and dizzy, and all …pukey (?). But, food made me feel better and then we played rpg for four hours and that totally rocks. My wee elf warrior is good at fighting, and now even better :) We lvl’d! :D (we also lol’d a whole lot, bwaha).

Okay, back to the raft.

I could never even try to understand how much it would hurt me if I lost one of my siblings. It just didn’t exist in my world that one of them could die, that one day I had to be told by my shaking father that my sister had died, and that my legs would go numb. I still can’t understand it. I just can’t understand that she is gone, forever, and that I will never ever be able to talk to her again.
I have so much to tell her. I have so much to share. I have so many things I want to tell her, so much I want to let her know. I want her advice, her laughter, her love. Her unending love. I could even put up with her bitching all the time, her nagging, her moping around and her being rude to me. I could put up with whatever. I just can’t take THIS. This neverending silence, this pain that throws me into crying myself to sleep every now and then.
Yesterday I read through the whole manga called Mars, borrowed from Elenaria. And… a major part of the plot was a brother that had killed himself, and all of their talking about that and all that passed between now and then all the time, it just made me think to much of HER. Of my sister. Of Anna.
Near the end the male character is forced to chose between his dead brother and his living bride, and …that choice… it shocked me. It slapped me in the face, and I really felt I could put myself in his situation. And I think that’s what finally made me cry, cry so hard I almost must have awoken my neighbor. And when I finally got hold of myself, and lay down and tried to get some sleep, I started crying again, but calmer this time. And that’s how I feel asleep last night, with tears streaming down my cheeks. And when I awoke this morning, after four hours of sleep, I was swollen and so utterly tired, and I still felt like crying. I feel like crying now, too, writing all of this down. But …what good would my tears do? They don’t bring her back, nothing can.

I just so fucking hard want to talk to her. If only for fifteen minutes, if only for a minute. I just want to let her know how much I love her, and that I will never stop loving her, and how aching much I miss her. How not a day passes by without me thinking of her, without me wishing that this is nothing but a very long and detailed nightmare.
I love her so much. And I can’t do anything but hope that she knew that.
She loved me. I know that. When me and my mother went up to tidy up her apartment and take her stuff with us, we found a picture of me as a baby at her night stand, and …that broke my heart.
I’ve been angry at her for so many times, I’ve been avoiding to talk to her because of her constant mood swings, I’ve said some bad things about her every now and then, and …all this time …all along …she loved me.

I’m crying now.
People say I could talk to them about all these thing I say I want to talk to my sister about, but …it’s not the same, it could never be the same. I can’t even talk to my brothers about that, and I don’t know if it’s because she’s female or because she’s older, or if it’s both of above that matters so hard, but that doesn’t matter – I will never have her to hang on to again. I will never be able to talk about my big sister about all those things you can only talk to an older sister about, and that hurts so bad, it really does.
It’s so definitive. It really is a dead end, she will never return. She hasn’t gone abroad, she hasn’t gone hiding, she isn’t mad at me and refuse to answer if I will call her, she’s just gone, and that’s the worst thing.

I know I am nagging about this, repeating myself, beating a dead cow, but …this is really bothering me, saddening me, dragging me down.
Most of all, I’m so utterly afraid that I will awake one morning, and have forgotten how she sounded, how she laughed, how she acted. I don’t want to ever lose her, lose sight of her. If I hang on to her, perhaps that will never happen. If I can try to have the memory of her alive in my head, she will never fade away.

And I can’t stop thinking that I hope she had sweet dreams that last rest of her. That she smiled softly at something in her dream, that she was happy. That she knew how loved she is, and always will be.

Don’t fade away
My brown-eyed girl
Come walk with me
I’ll fill your heart with joy
And we’ll dance through our isolation
Seeking solace in the wisdom we bestow
Turning thoughts to the here and everafter
Consuming fears in our fiery halos
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
I’ve heard that innocence
Has led us all astray
But don’t let them make you and break you
The world is filled with their broken empty Dreams
Silence is their only virtue
Locked away inside their silent screams
But for now
Let us dance away
This starry night
Filled with the glow of fiery stars
And with the dawn
Our sun will rise
Bringing a symphony of bird cries
Don’t bring me down now
Let me stay here for awhile
You know life’s too short
Let me bathe here in your smile
I’m transcending
The fall from the garden
Goodnight

Tomorrow I will try and tidy up my home a bit. At least the living room… And then, perhaps, I can spend the night watching The Phantom of the Opera. Ooh. I would love that :)
My mom is going to buy me groceries tomorrow. That’s so kind of her think I’ve left in my attic, but I’m not sure. Either way, I have to work at Halloween, so I can’t party :'( My plan is to have some kind of party the coming weekend, though. I want to dress up and be all scary and stuff. >:P
”Rawrrr, give me candy or die!”

I have to lay off my obsessions, lol.
Aww. I want to watch The Phantom NOW. Perhaps I’ll do. We’ll see…

”You say Put it on, I say Pyuuut it oooon.”

There is something wrong in my tummy, but I have no idea what it is. Sometimes, pretty often, I just …cramp, kind of. It hurts, it aches, it pains me, and I don’t know why. It’s like a clenched fist in there, and every now and then it hits me in my right side of the tummy, just below the ribs. Anyone have a clue what it might be? It’s been like this for two days now, and it really bothers me. Especially when I lie down, because I can’t put myself in any other position to make it go away – it hurts whatever I do.

Today I slept most of the time, but I played WoW from 1 pm ’til 6 pm, then I went to bed and slept ’til 10 pm when I got up again. And now it’s once again time for bed. Grr. It’s days like these I really wish I lived with someone. It’s such a bore, just lying in bed, trying to sleep. And playing WoW before going to feverish sleep might not be the best of ideas – I dreamt some strange things that was set in the area outside of Undercity. Eh? It was some kind of military scenario, and I really don’t understad. It was some kind of swamp, setted in the area I just mentioned, and there were bridges every where. Me, my brother and some creepy old man who followed us from the subway was walking over them bridges to get home – I think the old man was some kind of assassion who were to kill my brother and my father if we didn’t join him – and then, all of a sudden, we went past some kind of military training grounds, just when they were about to fire. So, we were in the target area of 5400 shots, but we all survived. Then some military officer came running to check if we were OK, and he also said we were lucky they hadn’t fired their fireworks, too. He also said we could brag about surviving next time we went in to town (Stockholm) and then he smiled and ran off.
And then my alarm clock awoke me.

And now… Bedtime. Again.

I texted my boss and told him I was ill, so I don’t have to work tomorrow. Yay! Then perhaps I will be fully recovered ’til sunday, which would be nice because I need my salary. Halloween is coming, and I’d love to make myself a nice costume. Got some meters of vinyl at my attic, so I was thinking of creating something skintight and nice. That would pwn so hard! ^_^
Just need go buy patterns, and to make time for sewing, I think. We’ll se about that. Depending on what my plans for next weekend (my FREE weekend!) will turn out to be, perhaps I could ask Amanda to sew with me… Well, I have to wait and see.

Oh, by the way, the lyrics beneath this post is the lyrics to one of the cuuuuute songs on the Doo Wop Halloween-cd I downloaded the other day! If I can talk myself into it, perhaps I’ll share another of the lyrics with you. I can’t find them on the net, so I have to listen to the song over and over again to write them down, and I’m not to fond of that…

Bedtime now. Nightie-night.

I feel somewhat ill, which really isn’t good. I can only get free from work tomorrow if I’m REALLY ill, otherwise I’ll have to work anyway, and that sucks big time.
The thing is, I am kind of afraid of my boss when it comes to report sickness. He always get so mad, and …it’s not my fault, but I always feel so fawking guilty when getting ill!
I had some fever last thursday, and tried to report myself ill so I could stay home, but he made me work anyhow. (I only had to work for three hours instead of seven, but hey!)

I have to work 20 hours this weekend. I really don’t want to, I feel so stunned since yesterday and the day before that. Much to do at work…

Well, I’ll try not to get to stressed up. I’ll wait ’til tonight and then perhaps I can call in sick if I have to.
Wish me luck, okies?

My mom called and we LOL’d a bit. Fun-fun!
And. …still no mail. It’s getting on my nerves! Everything depends on what they’ll answer, so why can’t the be a wee bit quicker? Grrr!

Hopefully my workingday will pass by quickly, so I can check for emails when I come home again.
Got to ski-dapple any minute now, just wanted to whine a bit :P