Hello world,
I love you


Ok in a month I've got to pass my final exams, alias The Bac *awfulawful*.
I am stressed but I'm not thinking about it. Actually I'm thinking about more important: what to do next year.
There are a couple of possibilities, depending on wherever I pass or not:
-If I do not pass, I ought to kill myself. Cos there's no way to be so stupid.
-If I pass *yeah* I don't know what to do. I'd like to study cinema, publicity, somehow architecture. And if I really don't know where to go cos I've not been admitted to some university, I'll study Sciences Po. What a beautiful future ^^'

I'm happy: except a maths test tomorrow and an history exam coming really quick to hit my face, I've got a lot more time than usually. After like *hell* 7 months I had time to paint something. Not a question of being talented, I think, but I just like to paint anything. It's like drugs or nicotine: you need to have your daily dosis otherwise you get mad. And I got mad because of the lack of time. Now I am calmer, even if not quite happy, I guess. Don't remember well the happiness feeling. XD

*ssh*

I wish a happy life to the ones who may read this.

{Ah I forgot: I think that maybemaybemaybe I am becoming more tolerant with the common and boring people. Not their fault if they're stupid, huh. And I love flowers. I want many many many many flowers in my room. I want colours everywhere and then soon I will want to destroy everything that looks or is joyful. It's like that. Look, I'm getting depressed again, right now **}