SUGARCOATED WOUNDS

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I am speechless. The respons I got on my last post is insane. I received 50+ comments and several facebook messages from you, all so supporting and encouraging. You guys rock, I mean wow.

It also seems like tons of you are going through the same kind of rough path right now, which sucks but at least we are not alone! So I made us all a SUPER PLAYLIST. A happy one, filled with summer and hurt and hope. Hope you like it.

SUGARCOATED WOUNDS.

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THIS IS WHAT’S HAPPENING

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photo by lovisa

An apology for my absence. Not only the past 10 days but I’ve been distant for a long time. I’m glad you missed me even though you’re annoyed. I need to update you on my lost state of being because it’s all a big mess and you must be just as confused as me:

 

These past 9months have been awful. I have had a big teenage depression, crying most nights of the week, completely inconsolable. Nothing has felt like fun and I’ve been hiding from both family and friends, school and the future which has resulted in my feeling even more lonely and lost. The only person I could be around was Daniel who has been a fucking superhero, going out of his way to do everything for me. But I could see his desperation and fear shining through, not being able to fix what’s wrong.

The reason being me hating my uni and wanting to drop out but not knowing what I should do instead or what I want with myself. I didn’t want to take a retail job and there were no alternative schools in London. The only thing that got me excited was a program I found at Hyper Island in Stockholm, Sweden. But Stockholm is the last place I want to live in. What about me and Daniel? Long distance or Daniel moving to Sweden? But he doesn’t speak the language? Would he get a job? Would our relationship last? How about this life I’ve got here? My friends? Should I stick it out in London instead?

I freaked out and felt my world crashing down on me. The fear and panic poisoned me. If Daniel is the only one who got me through this misery I could never risk anything to happen to us! So I decided I would stay in the program I was at and worked my ass off but just to get even more miserable. So Daniel told me to get my shit together and apply to Hyper Island anyway and we’ll make sure to figure things out when it comes to that. I then spent day and night for the remaining two weeks of the creative task that people had 6 months to complete. It felt impossible.

And oh dear, a few weeks ago, in the midst of all my final hand ins I receive an email that I’m one of the 70 out of 249 who has been accepted to the next round in the application process and need to come in on the 23rd of May for an admissions day. I lost my breath. With fear excitement panic sorrow and happiness.

The past two weeks were just been a big confusion. Buried under my last hand ins and worries I completely neglected this cyberspace haven. A place which usually brings me joy and comfort but lately has been infested by mean comments and pressure. Whichever way I wrote or behaved, didn’t write or didn’t behave, whoever I hung out with or didn’t hang out with, looked like or didn’t look like I was always wrong. And I’m an imperfect person with tons of flaws but also many wicked sides, just like all of you. But it was like people assumed that I meant harm and that all along I’ve just been trying to cover up the fact that I’m a bad person. The more I gave and opened up the nastier people were and the heavier I felt, which sucks! So I kind of stopped.

Despite having anxiety attacks about life I managed to hand in my last 9 essays on the day of the deadlines and flew to Stockholm the same day. On the admissions day I was a wreck but managed to get through the day with an interview with three different Hyper people, a 90min individual task and a 2hrs group task. I cried on my interview when they asked me what my biggest secret was. But I was honest and it felt fucking awesome. I had so much fun and everybody there were goddamn geniuses! The ideas we created, stories people told and the methods we were taught during that day inspired me more than this whole year at LCC.

So now I’m back in London, more confused than ever. Because the last thing I want is to move away from the loves of my life, this city and my man. But I’ve never wanted to go somewhere so badly as I want to go to Hyper Island now.

On the week of the 9th of June I find out. Only 30 people get accepted. Either way I’ll cry, because I’m clearly a cry baby. What I do know is that no matter what I am going to drop out of LCC. Nothing is worth feeling like this for. And I’m not taking on another job this summer but I’m going to spend it being poor in the sun, and I am going to write. Short stories, articles, create zines and maybe start a novel.

But yes, this is what has been going on. Sure there were good moments too, like getting to know Kajsa and Ornella who were my rocks. I desperately clung onto every happy moment not to get absolutely lost, and that’s also what I posted here. A blog is made out of fractions of peoples lives, and put together it almost creates fiction. Which is amazing! Why shouldn’t we dream and escape a bit? This is supposed to be a place for that, which sometimes also includes misery and sorrow, but often not. Posting all my happy days here made me realise this past 9 months that I had lovely, magical times too, which gives me hope.

And it is getting brighter! Thanks for still reading and sending me nice messages now and then. Every single compliment or hello from you means the world to me. So let’s make this a pleasant place, where it’s fun for you to read but also for me to write and soon we’ll get back on track.

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(and a big applause to you who read this enormous text)

 

Linn

ARTCAFFE

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Afternoon coffees in at Artcaffe in Nairobi with my sisters and my dad before flying off to the Kenyan coast.

Scary to think that this is the same chain of cafes as the one where the mall shootings started and 67 people were murdered last August. 

 

 

Linn

MIDTERM IN NAIROBI

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Arriving to Nairobi was like finally breathing again. All is busy and messy with cars, people, trash and smog crammed between wild bushes and exotic plants. For the first few days I didn’t even leave our compound or the flat, just lied in the sofa, feeling the warm breeze from the open windows as the rain came and went.

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When my sisters and parents came home from work and school we barbecued on the roof terrace, drinking beers and catching up. Just hearing my family talking about who was annoying at work or what essay sucks, a funny joke somebody told that day or something weird that happened on the bus is so nice. All those normal anecdotes get lost between skype convos and facebook messaging.

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And what took up most of my time was of course applying to a certain school and a program I’ve fallen in love with. If I got in it would change everything in my life right now, so it was with an excitement filled with sorrow I spent night and day with this project. My family and Daniel back in London helped me immensely of course.

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Uncountable turns to Java House for blue cheese burgers, passion juices and heavenly coffees. WITH MY FAVOURITE PEOPLE. My dad brought home take away brownies for him and me every single day.

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This wicked babe Sara was with us of course. <3 She is an exchange student living with my family for the year.

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I spent as much time as I could with my family as I ache when we are apart. Moa brought me around the city, taking me to rooftop bars and hidden garden cafes. Nairobi is evolving so quickly it’s impossible to keep up. And the same with this chick. Boys, babes, work, adventure.

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I also had the luxury of going for lunch with only my mum and dad at Talisman hidden in Karen. Being the oldest of three sisters I can’t remember the last time I was alone with both my parents. Plants and birds everywhere and just the three of us a whole day.

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Moa took me out to meet all of her friends on some nights too. Hiphop boys and other hipsters of course. All so aware and political and talented! Fell in love with her crew. We went to Patrick’s house for Tuesday drinking, talking about politics and butts and other important stuff.

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Cheeky Lenana.

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And my gorgeous sis.

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Down dark dirt roads and through guarded gates into another of Patrick’s family’s flats. We played dumb drinking games which completely killed me with laughters, while watching music videos on MTV. So old school.

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My sisters super talented friend Ben Vic from Cr3w Teflon, check out his wicked track Kilimani Barz. Rapping about our the injustices and being young in Nairobi on the top of KICC.  ↓

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And hanging out with Moa for a whole night at the time, just socialising and doing crazy stuff together was so goddamn nice. For once being able to create memories instead of recounting and updating each other on them.

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The late night air was hot and despite the open windows it laid a sticky coat on our skin. We took taxis to packed open air clubs where Moa knew uncountable people. I got to meet the handsome tall boy she’s kind of seeing and we drank beers in a snooker tree house.

 

And that was snippets from my time in Nairobi.

 

Linn