Over the holidays I spent alot of time with Benjamin (♥) and his family. Although they all (of course) are great I could'nt help but to feel like the odd one out. Benjamin tells me he's got it all now. A great family, a promising future and, well, me. The girlfriend. His girlfriend.
But. I'm not the last piece in his collection. I'm not a sweet girl, the future mother of his kids. I'm a murderous, unstable, unsecure girl from Sweden who works at a cafeteria and get's raped on TV because I think it's good for my career.