Just came back from Norway. Oslo must be the ugliest town in the world, but some nice people (and some not so nice people too). It really doesn't matter, Oslo must be nice when someone like Martha's there. Yeah, suddenly I don't wanna die anymore. I thought that when I came back from there it would be a good thing to go to Paris to kill myself, but no, there is many reasons to live (at least one, and she has obsessed me).
So I decided to miss the plane back, I had to go by bus for a million hours, and - of course - I don't regret that; every minut together with that lovely girl is worth a lifetime in pain.

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