I'm going to try to post here a bit more often.

It's been nearly a whole month now since the funeral, and I'm still holding up. I admit that it's been touch and go at times but I try to think of the good times and all she taught me. Not just schoolwork, but also about myself. But that doesn't mean that I don't miss her.

So, lets move on. I've started school again, this time at home in Gothenburg. An all woman-school. No guys allowed. :P It's interesting, but it feels a bit wierd with all the feminism. The course is very much like the one I went to in Åsa. Except that we have different themes. Tuesdays are for workshop, Wednesdays health and Fridays culture. But everyone is there for a special reason. Quite a few of us are self-injurers, or have been. At first I wasn't sure I could manage that with everything else, and the first day when I saw the scars of one girl (it was really bad), I did find it tough. Abstinence mostly. But now I can handle that a bit better. I mean, we're in the same boat.

Sometimes you have to face your fears in order to get the upper hand, even if it seems hard  as hell. But gradually your mind will adjust to the new situation and it will get easier for you to handle. Just take one step at the time.