This is now!

This is my not-so-daily catharsis.

Month: September, 2010

New OS

I’m feeling all right. I’m feeling calm. I’m not quite there yet, though, i have unfinished business everywhere.

I’m anxious sometimes, i’m taciturn some other times. I’m thinking i would like to play a protagonic on a fairy tale. I’m a Drama Queen, i won’t deny it, i make drama to try to find happiness. I like criticizable things and that’s ok. i’ve been hang of this series, lately, this is a beautiful sequence, besides is Gorgeous Paris [I miss Paris to death]. And by the way, the background music, is my new personal soundtrack, is the music that plays along with my walk in the street.

Blair: Just because you’re dressed poorly doesn’t mean you’re not Chuck Bass.
Chuck: Why would I want to be him?
Blair: You should have told me you got shot.
Chuck: I’m surprised you didn’t shoot me yourself.
Blair: I have. Many times. In my dreams. The good ones….but If you’re really hurt I would want to know

Chuck: when I woke up my ID was gone. Nobody knew who I was, nobody was coming to look for me. I realized I might be alive but Chuck Bass didn’t have to be.
Blair: Changing your name doesn’t change who you are.
Chuck: It’s a good start. A chance to live simply, earn people’s respect. Maybe become a person someone could love.
Blair: Someone did love you. And… you owe it to her and everyone else you’re leaving behind not to run away. Which is what you’re doing. And I don’t think that great man you’re talking about wanting to be is a coward. I think he would face up to what he did.
Chuck: I destroyed the only thing I ever loved.

Blair: I don’t love you anymore. But it takes more than even you to destroy a Blair Waldorf.
Chuck: Your world would be easier if I didn’t come back.
Blair: That’s true. But it wouldn’t be my world without you in it.

I need serious Drama, my invisible readers, to play games, find clues, make stratagems.

At war with my stomach.

I remember this: Peace

Well, turns out it was just the rush of last year. I have no peace now, i’ve been thinking and thinking things all over again. Personne pourrait me comprendre maintenant.

Je vais parler avec elle, je vais faire mon paix, mais ne sera pas quelque chose à poursuivre. C’est seulement que je vais fermer mon cœur aux étranges, je ne vais rien sentir pour des gens que je n’envisage pas comme ma famille ou des amis. Pour moi, ce sont des étranges et ils me seront indifférents pour la vie.

Je m’en vais.

Je ne crois plus aux miracles.

C’est la fin pour moi.

Je veux être bien avec moi, et c’est tout. Et construire un nouveau horizon.

Si vous laissez passer cette chance c’est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sèche et cassant que ma squelette, alors, allez-y!