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No one comes here anymore. But anyway I felt like I hat to put an end to Ijust.
This text is totally aimless. I write it for nobody in particular. Just for me. Just because Ijust was a real part of my life during 2 years. And it deserves to be ended in a good way.
It was created more than three years ago, exactly 3 years, 3 months and 25 days.
I was so different at the moment. Life was easier. School, home and that was all. Now everything is so much more complicated. Uni, work, family troubles, personnal troubles also. I have never felt so lost and so insecured. But paradoxically, I have never felt so happy. I spend now almost every night in the old town, in my favorite pub. We can say I made a lot of shit. I put myself in really stupid and dangerous situations. But that made me change. I had a lot of critics about the new me, but everybody changes right? Maybe I did not change in a good way. Maybe I should not go out all the time, and spend all my money buying Sex on the Beach, being drunk and being sick. But it is what I like for the moment. What I need. I always wanted to live in Paris. Now all I wanna do is to travel everywhere. Go to England. United States. Australia. New Zealand. So much more. But right now, I cannot leave my city. I feel fine here. Home. Work. Uni. The old town. Most of all the old town. [ Proof : I was supposed to be out tonight, just got a phone call and it's cancelled, and I'm desperate] I don't know what I'm gonna do with my life, what job, where, with who, why. I just know that if one day I finally have to leave Nice, I will break my heart.
So Ijust is not useful anymore. I don't see the point in sharing my life here. What appears wonderful to me is not for the others. Nobody can understand how I feel every night while listening to my favorite band in my favorite pub. Or when one of the waiters smiles to me. It's stupid ? Yeah maybe. But that makes me happy.
+ [Claudette, if you see this, just know that I love you and miss you, and you'll always be in my heart even if we speak once a year]
No one comes here anymore. But anyway I felt like I hat to put an end to Ijust.
This text is totally aimless. I write it for nobody in particular. Just for me. Just because Ijust was a real part of my life during 2 years. And it deserves to be ended in a good way.
It was created more than three years ago, exactly 3 years, 3 months and 25 days.
I was so different at the moment. Life was easier. School, home and that was all. Now everything is so much more complicated. Uni, work, family troubles, personnal troubles also. I have never felt so lost and so insecured. But paradoxically, I have never felt so happy. I spend now almost every night in the old town, in my favorite pub. We can say I made a lot of shit. I put myself in really stupid and dangerous situations. But that made me change. I had a lot of critics about the new me, but everybody changes right? Maybe I did not change in a good way. Maybe I should not go out all the time, and spend all my money buying Sex on the Beach, being drunk and being sick. But it is what I like for the moment. What I need. I always wanted to live in Paris. Now all I wanna do is to travel everywhere. Go to England. United States. Australia. New Zealand. So much more. But right now, I cannot leave my city. I feel fine here. Home. Work. Uni. The old town. Most of all the old town. [ Proof : I was supposed to be out tonight, just got a phone call and it's cancelled, and I'm desperate] I don't know what I'm gonna do with my life, what job, where, with who, why. I just know that if one day I finally have to leave Nice, I will break my heart.
So Ijust is not useful anymore. I don't see the point in sharing my life here. What appears wonderful to me is not for the others. Nobody can understand how I feel every night while listening to my favorite band in my favorite pub. Or when one of the waiters smiles to me. It's stupid ? Yeah maybe. But that makes me happy.
+ [Claudette, if you see this, just know that I love you and miss you, and you'll always be in my heart even if we speak once a year]
