Faut que j’aille me faire couper les pointes j’en peux plus asdfghjkl.
Mais des vrais tu vois ? Qui n’ont plus de rêves ni même d’espoir.
Non effectivement, ça va pas fort chez moi.
Je peux donc partir au ragnarok la tête libre.
Reste plus qu’à bosser comme une folle la théorie !
Everything will be fine.
You just need to survive until friday.
And I know you probably think that I’m not doing anything, that I’m just waiting here for me sickness to eat me alive.
But please believe me, I am fighting everday. Waking up is fighting. Breathing is fighting. Eating is fighting. And the worst : sleeping is fighting.
And it hurts. It hurts me so much when you’re asking me to fight just a little bit more. Because I’m already doing my best.
I know you’ll never accept this. I know you still want to believe, in me.
I can’t fight it. I am sorry.
People who don’t understand that IF ONE DAY I live with my boyfriend, we would both have our own rooms so we can sleep alone when we want it.
If one day we live together. If and only if one day it happens.
this is what our tax dollars pay for