I have trouble cicatrizing. Doing overnight and seeing the unrespect from people. Don't know what's happened. Maybe not sightless anymore, maybe less deaf. That left me voiceless, juste in front of irrespectfull people. And sometimes, open the mouth and to say that needs to be said. I'll buy new Dr Martens, a bike, and things. I don't know if staying here is the best solution. It's what I need now. And a half of cider as well. A bath, and a good film, the end of V for Vendetta. My english is improving. I can feel it. I can feel the difference, and a lot of better things coming in my life. Some insects. I have to be moderate.
Stop smoking is not so easy, story of killiing the habits. Someone new, and start a sport.
I know I'm getting older. I'va a problem with a tooth, with my hip, with my neck.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
Anyway, everything is under control.
L'anglais est putain de réducteur.Stop smoking is not so easy, story of killiing the habits. Someone new, and start a sport.
I know I'm getting older. I'va a problem with a tooth, with my hip, with my neck.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?
Anyway, everything is under control.
Et parfois aussi...quand on commence à avoir bien bien du mal derrière la comèdie, l'euphémisme...on a envie de le voir se fissurer, et la réalité l'éclater d'un bon gros bourre-pif pour bien le latter, comme une bonne grosses claque; tiens, piqure de rappel ici aussi? Mouak. Love.