More, more, more. Ever. Eternal dissatisfaction puisqu'éternelle illusion. I think I spend my life I make films, movies all more unattainable than each other. I think I always say that's it, it's my turn, I no longer to wait for that chance to be official, and then not. While browsing, I do realize that this was just the wind, as usual. Ridiculed.
That's what I thought. Already I could not live before, now it's worse. Everything is disrupted, the bases and few certainties I had. I live in total chaos, in a thick fog through which I can not see 2 meters. I walk in the dark and I suffer in silence, but all that you do not see it. I only wish to forget, to forget in vain. Nothing works, even more alcohol. I can not even trust me. I say, bullshit, trivial things, but I dare not spit poisonous thoughts. The fear of boring, surely.
I do not know what to do.
But those problems are so pathetic, really.
That's what I thought. Already I could not live before, now it's worse. Everything is disrupted, the bases and few certainties I had. I live in total chaos, in a thick fog through which I can not see 2 meters. I walk in the dark and I suffer in silence, but all that you do not see it. I only wish to forget, to forget in vain. Nothing works, even more alcohol. I can not even trust me. I say, bullshit, trivial things, but I dare not spit poisonous thoughts. The fear of boring, surely.
I do not know what to do.
But those problems are so pathetic, really.
Mood: wants to take salvia.
RB: No Joanna - Cajun Dance Party.
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