Déjà en CE2. Putain mais what's wrong with my fuckin' mind ? J'te sers dans mes bras pour te faire le guerre ensuite. That's just the way it is. It’s too enormous to think about. It’s too hard. There're just unbreakable, unchangeable things. And, before you get what's going on in this fuckin' crazy world, you realise that your Godfather won't serve you bier at the Malchamps' Party ever. And your family won't laugh together ever. It's just the fuclin' way it is. I dont know how it’s happens so i keep reading what we’ve wrote. Hoping that when I’get to the end, maybe the ending would be different.
It’s always the same.
On efface pas quelqu'un comme on balance son portable rempli de ces mots d'amour -et s'embrasser très fort- dans le lac.
I'll never love again.
Alala, les amis et la famille ne sont plus ce qu'ils étaient ... (ou ce qu'on