H. M. Strandberg

Hanna, 18, Female, Sweden, Stockholm

It’s like you are screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so that you could have the good.

Jackson Five from a car stereo 
Singing “I want you back, want you back” 
Just a year ago I would have danced so crazy 
And now I think I wanna get back on that track 
If I only could relax in this confusion 
If I could dance with you the way we used to 
And shake my hips to the revolution 
If I could be naive again