please,... What a joke!

J.D. Salinger.. original Photo: PAUL ADAO

I’ll make a text. I’ll wrote a song or a just a letter, for nothing.

I’ll change my way of life to be happier, I swear.


Thursday, mister Salinger died.
In the night, I’ve seen a sad friend.
Yesterday, my mom says to me that she’s Sad and sick, really sick.
This morning, the latest Indochine’s music video is shitty.


Maybe, I’ll found a job, a good job, which can stop me complaining like that.
I’ll make some music, drawing again and make some beautiful matte painting.
I’ll go try  other arts schools.

I have obtained my driving card. I’ll take my car, which I don’t have yet, just for a ride.


It will take a long time and if I find a girl on my road, a nice girl who will love me and will want show me the happiness, I’ll destroyed her because I’m a heartbreaker, somebody who couldn’t be the one that the other expect, and just because I should have to do my own history. I can’t share my way with somebody, as perfect for me as she could be.