* This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world. I think it's the hardest story that I've ever told. No hope, no love, no glory.. Happy ending doesn't exist in her life. An androgyne girl who tried to be happy like the world learnt to her. She wanted a state of bliss you think you're dreaming, a kind of happiness inside you're feeling. It's so beautiful it could make her wanna cry. She didn't see the world with a dark vision, she liked colors, flowers and clouds. Oh no, she was not the kind of girl who took pleasure in her misfortune to tell everybody and generate compassion and mercy. Indeed, I think she'd like persons to know her, to want to know her*, to care about her, to worry .. She simply needed to be useful and loved ! I guess this text put down here won't disturb her because she knows persons she wants them to know will never read it. "Let your spirit spread and fly away dude !", an evening sunday is perfect for it ... There're sun, the cold and thoughts in the air. Anyway ! This girl wanted to get free, to get free of her mind cause she couldn't stand anymore to think everyday about everything she could or couldn't do. She wanted to fix herself and her mind somewhere. She was dreaming about an unreal world (actually !), and I believe she wanted to be someone else. "Like every teenagers do" ! Well yeah, like every bisexual distressed teenagers without father do. And everyone said 'it will change since everyone through it to learn how to face the life'. She knew she was unwritten, a blank page and she was reaching for something in the distance. But she couldn't imagine, and it was probly the only thing that she couldn't imagine, how could it change and how could it become a good thing to live here with them. She hated the world, she hated persons around because each one of them were so narcissistic, egoistic, unconscious about the possibilities the life offered .. In fact she considered people as her purgatory.
* Now I haven't got the continuation of this story and I haven't got the end. Maybe there's only her who has a problem because she can't conform like everybody do and she wants to seem rebel. But things may will change, persons too .. Who knows ? Who cares ? Who thinks she's the only one, she's alone.
* Now I haven't got the continuation of this story and I haven't got the end. Maybe there's only her who has a problem because she can't conform like everybody do and she wants to seem rebel. But things may will change, persons too .. Who knows ? Who cares ? Who thinks she's the only one, she's alone.
Why can't we all, all just be honest ? ♪
