I'm tired. Tired of being that bored. Bored of being that tired. And that's all I hate. Life's made to love, to smile, to do big jumps, to laugh, to forget it when somethings wrong in your life. What about if you forget living? If you stop caring about being well, happiness, and all that stuffs? I'd rather be desperate. But I'm not. It's just like if I was a watcher of what I'm living, I'm seeing and not acting.
aha! i just discovered ur blog! interesting! keep writing in french so i can practice. i used to be so good in it once, a long time ago. hahah. amanda j.
J'aime l'excès, l'incontrôlable, j'aime être misérable parfois, J'aime croire que je n'ai aucune morale, aucun sens des responsabilités, que je ne me soucie pas des autres, et ma plus grande envie serait d'avoir du talent.
aha! i just discovered ur blog! interesting! keep writing in french so i can practice. i used to be so good in it once, a long time ago. hahah.
amanda j.