A Sprogrettelse.

Hejsa, er her nogen som vil være så elskværdige at læse min tekst igennem?
Jeg har oftest mange fejl med sprogbruget samt stavefejl.

På forhånd tak (:

Her er teksten:

A diary, isn’t it a bit foolish and childish? Well, in fact if you don’t have anyone to talk to, to share you deepest thoughts and feelings with I think, it’ll make you mad. Or it depends on the person, on you strength and psyche. But deep down we all have this need for someone to talk to, someone to listen and give some advice. Of cause a diary can’t give you advice or recommend you to do something, but it’ll listen and let you tell. It’ll make you loosen up for you thoughts and feelings. It could be described as a way as self-helping. I don’t know.. I still feel a bit ridiculous writing my deepest secrets in a stupid little brown book, but it have become a ritual to me, a thing I do every day and about everything. My diary has become my secret trustful friend ever since the day that my dad died.
As a grownup I know that my dads death was the reason for my absent of the reality, my unsocial behaviour and my fear of bonding. The last thing has been a serious problem to me, which my need of a diary can reflect. I have never could tell anyone, what bothered me or shared feelings with another. I have always felt this fear of getting to like a person too much. Bonding too much to another and the loos him or her. Is it better just to have no one then? I have chosen not to have anyone. Not because that I don’t believe that is it better just to have no one then, but because my dad was my Everything. When he was gone, I just knew that no one could replace the whole I my heart that he had left me and I didn’t want anyone to try. I had never and will never wont anyone to try.