hi. english one.

not anything out of the ordinary. not anything special. not anything expired. not anything complete really. not.
still trying to figure out how they are so miserable. are they tired? i can’t answer their questions, just take their work and smile and say thank you. i will do it and i can do it and i want to tell everyone that i know and that i believe in that they can do it.

hey, you can fucking do it. i believe in you.
is it really my fault that i know geniuses - beautiful, memorable geniuses? i have one’s hand drawn face on my wall - and it’s crying. i have pictures and memories in boxes. i have things i should get rid of and i have things i should put away.

if i look at something that should mean something to me, but doesn’t - does that mean I’m over it or that I can’t put my feelings together? because there are some times where i can remember every single thing that’s happened just to date. i like when this happens because i can sort my years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. i like sorting them until i forget.

goodnight. je vous aime mes amis x