I promised myself to write, try to continue. But you see, even that I did not want. Times are hard, winter is tough. 3 days that I'm trapped at home because of bad weather that attacked without scruple my little health. Runny nose, the back of the throat itchy and muscles that pull. He was a good time when we froze the fingers get laid snowballs without falling ill. There is certainly not as bad to keep warm in bed, drink lemon honey (recipe Mom) glandouiller and watching TV. But doing nothing thought-provoking. And when you think excessive is 17 and we are preparing to take the plunge, it is not what is best for morale ...
Yes. I think in the future. And I feel very little about that. I'm worried at the thought of not being taken at the school of Arts in Brussels, just as I am terrified to enter. Living alone? In a garret under the roof? Or roommate with strangers? And being away from him. Through no be remediable. Because it is necessary to jump into the water. I feel I'm only a few months of development the most complete, but wait, wait until it finally arrives, not knowing if this is feasible, and if I'm really up to it.
Then there are all these doubts, coupled with the cold of November coldest ever. It is difficult to get back on their feet with the man you love when you have done everything I did. Let him go was one of the worst mistakes of my life. To feel free, free to live differently and with others, I wanted to free myself him. And I was so wrong. This month without you ... I will give everything for my life and erase my memory.
Showdown. I mean, I blame you. I want us to many things. For what I fired, for what you did. But here, although rooted in me, there's this desire to erase all of hand. A month of September has given way to chaotic month of October, new days to recover. And this November ... This month of November was certainly the hardest of my life. Tears for Fears were chained to those of sadness, and without your arms to hug me, yet, despite all the harm that could be ... Without your shoulder to support me, not your hands to comfort me, and without your smile, to test all our mistakes. Without you, Mr. D, I know only too well what abyss I'll fall.
The last days of November thus flow more quietly, finally. And so, after these few words melancholy, yet futile fashion, with 4 figures fall, giving the skin colors that has not at this time of year.
