I used to hate writing, but could also sometimes feel satisfied with some text I had produced. Nowadays I sometimes have the will, but always frown at the result when I, like today, give it a try.
I used to have stomach ache the day before Swedish lessons, despite good grades and a fantastic teacher. Writing exposes how empty, naive, uneducated and talentless I really am. When I like now do take a stab at starting this website it becomes painfully obvious how childishly and ignorantly I write.
What is then the purpose of these texts? For one I treat this site somewhat akin to a diary. Secondly, I myself enjoy discovering other people's obscure corners of the internet, and want to contribute to this mass. I therefore do not wish this site to become too easy to access, but also not make it too difficult for someone doing a little digging.
If you are family or an old classmate, perhaps these lines where not meant for you, but I do hope you can find something juicy to take away from here. I congratulate you on digging this deep.
What I write here is rarely substantiated particularly very well. I simply write what I think and feel, naive or not. However, this is no excuse for not criticizing me, I'm simply pointing out that documentation of naivety is one of the purposes of this website. If you do have comments or just want to say hi, please feel free to contact me.