De tout, de rien et parfois du linge sale lavé en public.
Confessions et tribulations d'une fille qui avait 18 ans lors du premier billet.
Un défouloir comme il n'y en a pas d'autre.

For those who speaks English some articles are translated.
They are all ordered under the section "ENGLISH". Enjoy!

mardi 5 février 2013

Wherever it was...

Wherever it was I was over it.
One day you came to me with "love" and I had no choice that try and take it. But you ran away before I catched you up. Now I'm left without nothing... I hate you and since then everything just feels fucking colourless.

Fucking day, I'm fucking upset.

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