"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...