Hi cuties <3

Everything's okay for me, I live in Paris now with a friend of mine called Mélodie (on the pic with me) :



It's great, I was a little bit afraid 'cause it's difficult to leave parent's home, but everything's all right. That's really cool

There's a SG party tonight at the Glazart but I won't go 'cause I have to work tomorrow (and I didn't know about it, I forgot to watch in the SG France's forum ...), but I promess I'll be there next time. Really.

For God's sake Clem, shut up. Your english su*ks !



Loooove.

J'ai entendu parler d'une soirée ou d'une expo SG France sponso par le Glazart (il me semble avoir entrevu un flyer à ce sujet entre deux verres d'alcool Samedi soir) ...

Vous pouvez m'en dire plus ?

Merry X-Mas all !

<3

Tout dégénère en impostures, ça laisse un goût salé au creux des joues et j'aimerais tout déchirer en millions de milliards de morceaux.
Tout.
J'ai beau vouloir crier il n'y a rien qui sort et la pluie recommence dans ma tête, ça cogne ça tape ça hurle et bientôt ça va même exploser.
Bientôt.

Les nuits ne comptent déjà plus.
Tu roules trop vite et m'éclabousses.
Je me jettes sous la lumière des phares et tu hésites encore.
Encore.

L'hiver est en exil quelque part où tu n'es plus.
Ca hurle à l'intérieur, ça hurle et ça pleure, tu comprends ?

La fièvre et le front en sueur en pleine nuit.
Une heure du matin et la lumière blafarde qui me défonce des yeux qui n'savent même plus pleurer.

On n'est que des gamins toujours pas décidés à ...
A quoi d'ailleurs ? Pas même capables de s'aligner deux mots.
On retient nos souffles sans le faire exprès.
On s'occupe comme on peut.

Surtout ne rien se dire.
Surtout fixer du regard un point lointain qui ne soit ni sa nuque ni ses mains ni le creux d'un poignet.
Surtout ne pas se souvenir des baisers dans sa nuque, de ses mains qui me déshabillent et des miennes à ses poignets.
Surtout ne pas savoir son souffle coupé dans la nuit, le salé de sa peau, les fringues en vrac sur le carrelage. Surtout ne pas savoir.
Surtout ne rien se dire.
Et la pluie continue.

Hi,

I'm so sorry, I had a lot of things to do these days and had not enough time to post in my blog.

Everything's okay, I went to Gallow's concert at the "Nouveau Casino" in Paris Friday night and took a lot of pics 'cause I work with a french metal webzine called "Vacarm", click here to view our website . I didn't know this band before, and I really like their music, it's cool.

Apart from that, I'll move in Paris in February to live with a friend of mine, I'm really excited (but a little bit anxious and afraid). I hope everything will be ok.

I'm always waiting for my set ... You too I suppose
Be patient ... With me !



PS : My english still s*ck ! I'm sorry

Life is full of unexpected events, isn't it ? ...

In a few words, I'm with Nico again. After a set of three weeks or more I don't know, he came back to me and could explain me a lot of things about us. He's 27 and I'm 19, but it's not a real problem, when you've feelings for someone, I think it's a detail, and nothing could stop it - oh okay, it's too romantic for me, but I think it is the only & pure truth, whichever the situation -.

I have realised a lot of things, I'm the only person who has the right and the possibility to change my life. I won't care about people's thoughts anymore. Because it is precisely my life, it concerns me, & nobody else.

Apart from that I'm okay, I'm in holydays for one week, that's cool, I go out every night with friends (not tonight, okay, I'm very tired ), and I don't want to waste my time with trivial problems or insignificant people anymore. It's over now, I wanna take advantage of every day. I'm young, and have enough problems.

Luvs.

Hi,

I'm a little bit disappointed ...
People told me there was a SG Party at the "Glazart" yesterday night in Paris, but I did'nt heard anything about this ...

Please girls, inform me next time, I really love this party & wanna know you better.
xoxox

Hop, another new pic 'cause today I didn't went to school and it was boring ... haha




And if you're interested, this is my Livejournal (written in french, I'm sorry ...).

And my Myspace (do not hesitate to add me cuties ^^).

I'm feeling better, but I do not know why, I feel like such a fool. I'm so stupid.
I have to think about something else.

Apart from that, 'cause my broken heart is not really interesting, I just wanted to write something really important about me : my vocation & my goals.
At the moment I'm student, but in three or four years, I hope I could realise one of my dreams : become journalist & work for a rock mag (if you've contacts or anything that could help me to improve, I'm really interested !).

Luvs,
xxx

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on....

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I'm not with my boyfriend anymore