Torner og roser - Klovner I Kamp

Kjre dagbok.

Det er frste januar, jeg vkna tidlig og s ut.

Byen sover fortsatt og ser like gr ut,

Den frste dagen I et nytt are har n begynt,

Men jeg vil ikke st opp og jeg orker g ut.

Og selv I gare kveld da alle var I galla og Raketter jalla snn ild I natta

Og alle sklte og slte og fniste,

Gikk jeg stille rundt og forskte smile.

Men n forsker jeg skrive driten av meg,

Men det jeg skriver det skremmer livsskiten av meg

S si meg har ikke angsten tenkt gi seg

Orker heller ikke jeg lenger bli her.

Fjerde I andre null tre atten.

Min venn angsten har plaga meg hele natten

Jeg er helt alene og er helt fortvila

For ting har ikke forbedra seg p hele denne tida.

Nok en kjip dag og uhyggelig kveld,

I flere mneder har jeg bare vrt en skygge av meg selv.

S kjre dagbok jeg hper ting blir bedre

At jeg overlever dette for jeg orker ikke mere.

Lykken er en fugl som for forbi,

Det er flere torner enn roser I Oslo by.

Og lykkelig er den som har en rolig liv I kveld

For det hender seg at lykken er en fugl og den farer forbi

Men at den noen ganger snur for et ta seg tid

For gjre noe bra noe I et vanlig liv

Det er alt jeg kan si, alt jeg kan si.

Tiende Mars,

Jeg har det bedre enn p lang tid,

Det er rart gitt hva enn sannelig kan vandt til.

ha det vanskelig blir fort en drlig vane,

Og du glemmer at du har det ganske bra snn til vanlig.

Men n kjenner jeg meg selv mer igjen,

Jeg ler igjen, har tilogmed begynt planlegge ferien.

Jeg vet ikke hva det er som gjare det,

Men jeg flte sakte men sikkert at det begynte lsne.

Litt etter litt fikk jeg samla meg,

Fikk mer og mer tilbake av mitt gamle jeg,

Er bleik fortsatt men ikke ddelig sra mere

Og jeg skal kjempe og jeg vet at jeg skal overleve.

Kjre dagbok,

Jeg har glemt fortelle deg noe rart noe,

Det har nemlig sittet en spurv utenfor her hver dag n.

Jeg har ikke tenkt noe mere p det til jeg s det

P Discovery-channel at p denne tiden av ret

Har alle fugler av denne arten skt seg til

Syden eller til andre varme strk.

S hva var det denne lille fuglen ville utrette,

Som var s viktig og umulig utsette?

Jeg sneik meg usikkert ut og sto og kikka p den

Og lurte p om det ikke hadde klikka for meg.

At jeg loka og bare sto og rota,

Men jeg sverger at den snudde seg

Og s p meg og blunka.

Lykken er en fugl som for forbi,

Det er flere torner enn roser I Oslo by.

Og lykkelig er den som har en rolig liv I kveld

For det hender seg at lykken er en fugl og den farer forbi

Men at den noen ganger snur for et ta seg tid

For gjre noe bra noe I et vanlig liv

Det er alt jeg kan si, alt jeg kan si.

Keep a diary.

It's the first of January, I wake up early and look out.

The city still sleeps and looks the same,

The first day of a new year has already begun,

But I don't want to get up and I can't bear to go out.

And even last night when everyone was at the gala and the Rockets lit fire last night

And all squealed and squealed and giggled,

I walked around quietly trying to smile.

But n research I write the crap of me,

But writing it scares the crap out of me

Tell me the anxiety is not going to go away

I can't bear to stay here anymore either.

Fourth I second zero three eighteen.

My friend anxiety has plagued me all night

I am all alone and I am completely despondent

Because things haven't improved in all this time.

Another bad day and bad night,

For several months I have been a mere shadow of myself.

Keep journaling I hope things get better

That I survive this because I can't take it anymore.

Happiness is a bird that flies by,

There are more thorns than roses in Oslo city.

And happy is he who has a quiet life tonight

Because it happens that happiness is a bird and it flies by

But that it sometimes turns around for a while

To do something good something In an ordinary life

That's all I can say, all I can say.

Tenth of March,

I feel better than in a long time,

It's weird given what can truly happen.

having a hard time quickly becomes a bad habit,

And you forget that you're usually pretty good.

But now I know myself more,

I'm laughing again, I've even started planning my holiday.

I don't know what it is that makes it,

But I slowly but surely felt that it was starting to unravel.

Little by little I got myself together,

Got more and more of my old self back,

Is pale still but not deadly sharp anymore

And I will fight and I know I will survive.

Run diary,

I forgot to tell you something strange something,

There has been a sparrow sitting outside here every day n.

I thought nothing more of it until I saw it

P Discovery-channel at p this time of ret

Have all birds of this species taken care of themselves

The south or to other warm strk.

S what was it that this little bird wanted to accomplish,

Which was so important and impossible to delay?

I crept out uncertainly and stood looking at it

And wondered if it hadn't clicked for me.

That I lied and just stood and messed,

But I swear that it flipped

And s p me and wink.

Happiness is a bird that flies by,

There are more thorns than roses in Oslo city.

And happy is he who has a quiet life tonight

Because it happens that happiness is a bird and it flies by

But that it sometimes turns around for a while

To do something good something In an ordinary life

That's all I can say, all I can say.