måndag

we have a guest in our house. i don't know why i keep writing in english. whenever i speak swedish i start crying. i need to see someone tomorrow. i hope i go to the doctor and then to a lady in a cottage. she might ask how i am. i'm afraid somebody might die soon. i've watered my plant. we made muffins this evening. i smile inside, and my mouth does aswell when i see that man. although i don't feel like it. i want to be hugged but i just sqeeze people's hands. a friend said i sound nice. there was an insect. i don't worry on the trains anymore. we sat out in the sun for a while. i guess it was a fine sunday monday.

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