Just another fool.
My lifestory is currently short and uninteresting.
I was born in the wintery forrest in the north of Sweden.
The place was called Kiruna and there the sun seldom shined.
Moved away to Luleå to study some art at Hermelinsskolan.
Found love, this time in form of Daniél,
this time he lived in Stockholm. My love grew strong and
after 6 months of relationship he moved 200 miles (swedish miles)
To come and live with me and so he still does.
We're celebrating 2 years together the 14'th of August 2000.
And then the story ends, still young and fucked up.