I’m afraid. I’m afraid that you are going to end up like everyone else that has ever left me. I’m afraid that one day you aren’t going to see the quirky little things I do as endearing or cute, but rather annoying and obnoxious. I’m afraid that you won’t see the things I say and do as you do now, that you will eventually grow annoyed of me. I’m afraid that you’ll see my flaws for what they are, disgusting. I’m afraid that you’ll up and leave just like they all do. please don’t leave me
Stockholm is being attacked by what seems like terrorists. Several people have been murdered. If you know other folks who live here, ask them if they’re ok. If you live here and can offer shelter to other city dwellers who are stuck on the street, please ! Open your doors. The traffic is not working.