Crows are quite annoying beings

I still believe that the 10 y.o. still looks down at me , and despise everything he he's looking at.

I assume he's sad , depressed and certainly upset but...

But as long as he doesn't cry , things an be ok , there must be a turning back , there must be a way.

As long as he keeps smiling there still must be hope.

There has to be.

Coz now I've got a girlfriend that I don't even manage to fill with happiness ; I've got friends I'm so far away I can't even take them into my arms when thing go wrong ; I've got studies I don't even like ; I'm still so weak at go after hundreds of hours studying . I've got a beautiful life I can't even benefit from.

But still , if there's something I'm certain about this whole mess ; something that has never changed and will never

I'm a fu**ing idealist

Are things really gonna be ok ? Can you promise me once more ?

Parachute

J'écris quand c'est difficile.

Pas nécessairement quand ça ne va pas , mais quand les choses sont plus difficiles.

Je ne sais pas bien ce que veut dire ce mot , meme subjectivement , je ne serais surement pas capable de donner de définition.

Mais tout ce que je sais en tout cas , c'est qu'en ce moment.

C'est difficile.

If I could fall , into the sky...