samedi 29 septembre 2007

I like hot potatoes.

I'm like frozen.

I'm spacing out a little bit.

It's like we are done.

Like we don't exist any more.

I don't miss it that much.

And I don't miss you that much neither.

I think it's erasing by itself.

It's happening for real.

I'm not scared.

I'm fucking petrified.