Are we there yet Papa Smurf ?
Sunday, i thought i had gone through the mountain, and that behind the mountain, there would be a nice plain with a lot of trees and many other interesting things like poetry, music and chocolate. I would have just to walk and choose.
Obviously, there was another mountain behind, harder to climb because of the tiredness. I was clearly on the wrong way.
Okay, i stop here speaking with metaphors and will say it more clearly :
- When i wake up :
Booooh, i didn't sleep well. gmpg***** 3 hours to fall asleep, too much thinking, too much stress (Will i handle everything ? Ouiinnnnn)
- Noon
Boooh, i have enough. I just want to do something else or, just go home and stay in bed... Ouiiiinn
- Evening :
too tired to eat...... ouiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
I feel like having a bunch of choices :
1- That it will never stop. It will just keep going and going... More sad things to hear, more things to do, to pay.
2- That i will never succeed.
3- Both at the same time (double ouiiinnn)
At least, one good thing about it, i mean, if i wanted to be on a diet.. I've always been thinking that the best diet were :
- When you fall in love (at the begining, 'cause after that, you kind of let it go...)
- When you break up.
- And when it's both (or kind of) at the same time, jackpot.
So i guess i am on a diet, a l'insu de mon plein gre.
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