55 - Lesions in the brain. "I reckon I'm doing a huge shit. Here, like this, I could not even not clearly explained, but I feel I'm not on the right path. I preferred to protect myself, I took the risk of not taking risk precisely, I pushed all the harm you could bring me, but by rejecting it, I also bade farewell to all the good that you could have obtained. Yet I know that this was the best decision to make, one that any sensible person would have taken. But I'm not a sensible person, I am a suicide bomber in the heart, selfless to the end. So what got into me? What took me to you scratch like that in my world? God only knows (as so aptly Gaspirator). I think I I got tired of waiting for you deign to move your ass to me all the way, I know you'd like, but my patience has limits, with no limit that I control anything. I'll miss you, I miss you already, but I have no choice, I have to force myself to fuck you in the background as you did yourself for months. I may come back. Surely even. But I now need to take care of me, that takes care of me. And who knows when I will be healed ... "
Bon truce cacaterie otherwise, I may be, I said MAYBE stop this blog. Not that it is full of negative vibes but if anyway. And then it's time for change, households spring, new haircuts (you, the hairdresser from Jean-Louis David, if you're dead j'te crosses), what of it all. So yeah, perhaps I'll stop pissing in public and I'll do as someone shy: normally hidden.
Mood: anxious .
RB: Yellow Sun - Raconteurs.
Pic: I do not know where it comes out, finally I found the photos in Myspace Van.
