Nothing nothing nothing. I do not understand. I do not know how to react, I do not control anything anymore, I am again caught up in a situation cacatoesque (Gary and Jude if you read this, I hear you sing on). There is positive, negative, but mostly non-classified. I do not know how to interpret its behavior, how to decipher how to guess what's in his head, what he expects of me. It was so
innattendu everything. All was not perfect, but particular. I am ashamed to have drunk so much. I should be pretty ridiculous, not to walk straight, with the girls yelling, spilling glasses, failing to properly articulate. I blame myself for not having found the opportunity or the right time to address important issues, for which I am moved. I also want not to determine where does this discomfort that a. Why is it so secure? I do not know. I am worthless.
was beautiful at times though. I well remembered all those moments. When I woke up slowly and I felt his arm around me. When his long hands roamed my back, my arms, my face. When I met his gaze and he smiled at me. When he held me tight in her arms. Several times. I felt like that day never stops. And finally the time passed, and then everything fell apart. Finally I'm exaggerating a bit but hey. I terribly afraid of falling into the same relationship a few months ago, which I expect nothing but me nothing but doubts. Wait, always wait a little sign that never came (or too late) and that there will probably not do. Sad refrain is not it?
Well, fortunately I also saw my copinous dj set for the famous Glitches that everyone has heard (with the ad we did in the streets of Tours, it was not hard to come) . I went to Manon's house, I thought it was a small party raised between "us", the band which, overall I can still sober and I find myself surrounded by twenty gus drunk, known and unknown . I had to put me in the bath eh. So I'm BIM glass on glass (Cuba Libre, do not forget me I'm doctor B), and then it already time to leave. Why not the good it is very small, the bouncers that empty slab, they let in all the balls more psychopaths than each other. Antoine sees us, he is tense but he looks happy. His acolytes Clement is thoroughly him by cons. They spend good things okay. After I have some memory lapses. I know that Jude, Manon and myself found ourselves in the street blouses for I know not what, we walked, we yelled, we laughed, it was cool, I drank glasses but I remember not having paid one and I wheeled excavators and Jude Bertrand. Those are my only memories of Why Not. A remake anyway, with less rum this time to see.
innattendu everything. All was not perfect, but particular. I am ashamed to have drunk so much. I should be pretty ridiculous, not to walk straight, with the girls yelling, spilling glasses, failing to properly articulate. I blame myself for not having found the opportunity or the right time to address important issues, for which I am moved. I also want not to determine where does this discomfort that a. Why is it so secure? I do not know. I am worthless.
was beautiful at times though. I well remembered all those moments. When I woke up slowly and I felt his arm around me. When his long hands roamed my back, my arms, my face. When I met his gaze and he smiled at me. When he held me tight in her arms. Several times. I felt like that day never stops. And finally the time passed, and then everything fell apart. Finally I'm exaggerating a bit but hey. I terribly afraid of falling into the same relationship a few months ago, which I expect nothing but me nothing but doubts. Wait, always wait a little sign that never came (or too late) and that there will probably not do. Sad refrain is not it?
Well, fortunately I also saw my copinous dj set for the famous Glitches that everyone has heard (with the ad we did in the streets of Tours, it was not hard to come) . I went to Manon's house, I thought it was a small party raised between "us", the band which, overall I can still sober and I find myself surrounded by twenty gus drunk, known and unknown . I had to put me in the bath eh. So I'm BIM glass on glass (Cuba Libre, do not forget me I'm doctor B), and then it already time to leave. Why not the good it is very small, the bouncers that empty slab, they let in all the balls more psychopaths than each other. Antoine sees us, he is tense but he looks happy. His acolytes Clement is thoroughly him by cons. They spend good things okay. After I have some memory lapses. I know that Jude, Manon and myself found ourselves in the street blouses for I know not what, we walked, we yelled, we laughed, it was cool, I drank glasses but I remember not having paid one and I wheeled excavators and Jude Bertrand. Those are my only memories of Why Not. A remake anyway, with less rum this time to see.
Mood: Lost Control.
RB: All the Little Pieces - Louis XIV.
Pic: Maciek Pogoza.
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