You're nothing more than a insignificant teenager. Your hair is boring. Your eyes are boring. Your face is boring. So is your fucking life. So to spice it up a little, you do things that are supposed to be bloody cool. You drink. You party. You fuck. Boys, girls, both. Anything that's fuckable. You take soft drugs. But it gets boring, so you take hard drugs. You risk your life because you know you're invincible. Fuck your parents, fuck the cops, fuck school, fuck authority; any form of it. But while you're doing all those cool stuff, you're getting into a boring routine. See. Even having a sex drugs and rock'n'roll life becomes boring. So you stop. You become responsible. You fuck, but you fuck safe. You drink your little glass of wine. You meet the person who's supposed to be made for you. You fuck again. Then you don't fuck safe, you get your baby, you call him by a boring name. You come home from your boring job, and you're too fucking tired. You fuck once a month, like it's a burden, an obligation. You go on a highly exotic all-planed holiday to Tahiti, and take some boring tourist pictures. You fall in love with someone else. You divorce. Your kid is torn, and starts acting like an arsehole. So you tell him not to do all the things you did, except that these things aren't ment to be told, it's a taboo. You fuck twice a year. One little glass of wine becomes the whole bottle. You divorce again. You're nothing more than an insignificant human being. Your hair is boring. Your eyes are boring. Your face is boring. So is your fucking life. See, you might as well die now. Any easy suicide is at easy reach. But killing yourself, even that would be boring. No one would remember you, you'd be a tiny part of a boring percentage which changes every year. So you might as well choose the only option. Boring or not. Live to the full. Now. Until your very last breath.
photo: rien à voir avec le contexte, je savais juste pas quoi mettre alors j'ai opté pour une vieille photo de Laloux qui va probablement me tuer si elle voit ça.
See, when you treated me like trash, you took something quite important with you, something you kind of helped me build. You took my self confidence, and I'd really appreciate to find it. So where did you dump it? Where we used to meet up? Did you dump it in the trainstation? Or maybe in the skate park -I'm not going back there, ever, anyway-. Did you leave it in some place I'll never find it again? GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK. I don't care about you now, I just want it back, fucking thief!
Mes photos de merde que j'aime sont sur mon flickr. De rien merci.
Photo: C'est un de ces matins où j'ai la tête dans le cul après une soirée entre potes, la musique dans les oreilles et froid, et un appareil photo -dont je ne sais toujours pas bien me servir- dans les mains. C'est aussi le syndrôme de "je savais pas quoi mettre comme photo" eeeet ouais. En fait non techniquement cette photo représente un lieu/quartier/bâtiment près d'un lieu qui a un rapport avec le texte. Bref.
Qui a décidé que les amours adolescentes seraient aussi ridicules, que les sentiments qui entrent en jeu sont d'une mièvrerie à gerber, que les coups bas sont tous permis sans aucun remord, et qu'il y ait autant d'interdits, parce que "ça ne se fait pas"? J'emmerde l'amour. Et je ne fais que lui rendre la monnaie de sa pièce en toc.
I DON'T WANNA BE A TOY, I WON'T EVER BE A TOY. Don't try to play me. The rule is simple: I'm not letting anyone in.
What am I supposed to know about love, I'm only sixteen. But what do adults know about love? Is love supposed to make you cry ? To make you feel bad? To make you feel sorry for yourself? To make you feel angry? I don't think I'm ready to love again. Even if I'm not supposed to know anything about love.
I see a giant cloud at my window, as if all the clouds in the sky have sowed up together. My hair is a mess and I haven't slept much these few days. The T.V is still on in the other room to keep me company. It's dark in my room and I've switched on a small desk lamp. And I'm bored. Bored of everything, already. It's quite sad actually. I feel like I have to do something with my life, something more than just stand here like a complete idiot. I'm just a dumb-ass teenager, sel-centred , with a huge lack of self-confidence. And even if by some miracle and huge effort I become nicer, it won't change a fucking thing, will it? I'll still be standing here like a dumb-ass. One thing left to do, and either I do it, either I just continue being a dumb-ass forever. LIVE. Really. Stop being affraid of everything all the damn time. Do stuff I wanna do, and stop restraining myself.