elcome to The City of the Lost Angels

So... You've found your way to here. What brings you here? You won't find anything useful here. But since you've decided to come I'll welcome you. Welcome to The City of the Lost Angels.

I'm an angel. A lost angel. One of these that have fallen from the sky long time ago. I don't want to go back, 'cause I don't belive in heaven. Nor in hell. I just belive in me.

I'm 18 years old, supposed to be grown up maybe, but I'm still feeling like I'm 12. I'm a girl, one of many.
My name doesn't really matter but if you really want to know it's Rebecca. Not so very beautiful but I kind of like it. What else can I do, I can't change it.

Until last autumn I lived in a pretty little house in Haninge, south of Stockholm, with my parents, my older sister and our three dogs. But a phonecall changed my life and now I go to a school in the middle of nowhere and my closest neighbour is a nuclear powerplant.
The school is called Forsmarks school and it's a school for smarter stundents. How I got there is a big mystery. But I like it here, I've got friends and school isn't going so bad. I even went to the prom this spring. You can accomplish many things with violence. My promdate's name is Mats Staffanson and he wanted not really go with me. But I persuaded him to ask me. I hope he don't regrett it too much.
If you want to see some photos I took at the prom, go ahead. But I'm not so very good at it.

Maybe you wonder what I look like. Please don't. I'm no beauty, I know that. But if you really want know I've scanned a pic for you. It's me on the right and the guy on the left is Mats. Cute, isn't he?

What did I tell you. I'm not pretty, there's no meaning in trying to think so. But I think Mats is rather cute, I don't care if you agree or not. After all he _is_ my prom date, whether he likes it or not.

Now that you've come so far why don't you check my links? I doubt that you'll find anything useful there either, but you never know. Enjoy youself.

Now that you have checked my linkpage what is it left to do? I don't know, I didn't force you to come here. You can leave at any moment, be my guest. But as you're still here let's do the best of it, shan't we?
I'm writing poems sometimes, maybe you even went to Jenny's page? If you did and didn't hate them all too much or if you just want another good laugh go here. Try not to laugh too much at my silly tries to write beautiful poetry.

Congratulations! You managed to get to the end of this page. I hope that I didn't bring you too much pain and that you still have got your mental health.
If you feel like complaining why don't you send me an e-mail? But why would anyone get this far on my homepage? I dunno, just trying to think positivly. It doesn't work.