"castles made of sand sleeps into the sea...

Does mournings finish some day ?

I need you more and more and you're nowhere to be seen.

I miss you.
I need you.
I love you.

I'm loosing my strength and I don't want to fight anymore.
I just want to stop and think.
Think about me. About you. About the future, the past. About who I really want to be. Who I am actually.
I already know who my friends are.
I know that I can count on them, for ever.
But otherwise it's a total blackout.
Since you're gone I can't put a lot of myself into anything.


I'm lost.

..Eventually."

Yeah you come along

I changed the skin... All that black looked a bit too much emokid for me.

And as said Sloganizer.net,

«White makes me hot !»


I hope you'll enjoy it, my Fabiolito. ( Yes, you're the only fellow interested with my blog. The world isn't ready for my genius. )

Don't you step on my blue suede shoes

I would like

to give her a part of my hope

a part of my bliss

a part of my strength

I owe her so much

she cares so much for me



I would like

to help him to find someone

seing him happy

to help him with his work

seing him healthy

he cares so much for me too




I want to help them

it's my turn to care about them

so much sacrifices
I have to pay back ...




Maman, Papa,



Je vous aime...

Et Merci.

You won't forget my name

Ok.

So the answer is No.

No, I won't live with him this year.
I won't live in a flat.

No, I don't have my driving licence.
I don't want to talk about that.

No, I won't work this summer.
I didn't look for a job.


No.
And YES, I'm a sucker.
Yes life is hard those times.
Yes I'm a bit lost.

Anyway, I keep on doing my best, more or less,
I don't know why I never mind too much about issues. Well, it's a good thing anyway.

I'll see.

More I grow up more I give up with my dreams...
Becoming an adult looks like becoming... Disappointed.

What's up, sweet cakes ?

It's when I see,
that teachers tells me,
That I'm serious at school,
that I know,
They doesn't know me.

It's when I see,
My mom saying,
You won't see them,
That I know,
She doesn't know me.

It's when I see,
Friends telling me,
"You never have issues",
That I know,
They doesn't know me.

It's when I see,
My man saying,
That I don't love him,
That I know,
He doesn't know me.

It's when I see,
Myself keeping on doing,
promises I'll never realize,
That I know,
I don't even know myself.

Who's hip, anyway ?

Wich side are you on, boys ?

I have made up my mind.
Or not.
I will not go back on them.
Or not.
My life will change soon.
Or not.
We'll see...
...Or not.

Say goodbye to your sorrow, and hello to tomorrow ...

I feel that things are changing. I feel better. In my head. Now it's my body which can't stand anymore. Anyway. I don't mind. I'm strong now.

First I was stunned by their stupidy.
Now I will fight them as Cyrano did. With style.
First I thought they were right about my look.
Now I know that I can be way far sexier than them.
First I tought I couldn't.
Now I know I can. I really can.
I've got friends. It's okay. I've got him. It's more than okay. I've got my brain. It's more or less okay... I know my limits. I know what to do to set them back. It's okay, okay, okay !
I'll see. I hope. I hope so hard ...

Where will I be in six month ?
With what, and who ?...
I keep on hoping...

She's a killer queen

I'm tired.
Tired of myself, my lack of knowledge, of intelligence, of skills, of taste.
Tired that people loves me only because I seem cute. Never because of my ideas, of my thoughts... No, only because my smallness and my maladroit, awkward manners looks cute. Only my parents loves me for my skills. But unexistant skills, unfortunately.

"To love the others, began to love yourself first."

Maybe it's the real matter...