Cold Water. Life is a succession of emotions as varied as the colors of a sunset, as different in their similarities as a flower compared to its neighbor. They can grow on the same tree, sometimes on the same branch, and look similar, but we always find something to differentiate them. But sometimes a flower you will perhaps think of another. A look you into the other eye, of another time. Memory. Life is a river, sometimes torrential, sometimes calm like a long peaceful river. In its waters, you will come across dead leaves, branches, petals. Tree trunks. will depend on the season, the weather. And the likelihood of cross several dead trees grow so conspicuous if you're in a storm. Do not be surprised if the dams are temporary form, trapped between rocks. It is useless to try to force it immediately, perhaps with time, more gentle waves will dislodge them.
A clenched hand opens slowly, and suggests in his fingers the texture of some wilted petals. In a sweeping gesture, the arm rises into the sky, the recollections of a flower with the wind and take off in a whirlwind rush before fall gently on the surface of the water. An echo is to draw multiple circles which become blurred and then disappear.
Five centimeters per second. At this speed that falls on a cherry blossom petal. Wait The end of the tunnel, really. My God, it's wonderful. As if I was running on a slope becoming steeper. Breathless, but with all the motivation that I can have. I repeat myself but it makes me so happy. And I realize it's really that way, which weighs most on my mood when I see the weight falls away gradually as the output approach. I see the light! And even disintegrate the remaining courses, ending one after the other. Today, classes canceled after half an hour of waiting, Tuesday and Wednesday, freedom! is one of the jumps you can afford when racing is on a slope, history of have the impression of flying 1/10th of a second, and fall even more momentum. Eleven days. And even need to eat to stay there until the end je peux rentrer directement chez moi, et même marcher sous le soleil de plomb de midi ne me fait plus peur, les maux de têtes s'envolent quand, ouvrant la porte de l'appartement, apercevant ma maman, refermant la porte, je respire sans pression. Je souris même. Mais je rêve où mon article est presque joyeux ? Ça faisait tellement longtemps... On peut écrire quand on est content, oui. Je n'y croyais pas mais en fait si, car si la tristesse peut se transmettre par ce biais, je suis sûre qu'on peut réussir de la même manière à faire sourire ou donner chaud au coeur à notre lecteur. Je n'en suis pas encore là, mais j'apprendrais. J'ai même tiré les joues de deux de mes ... amis ... "potes" [ ahahaha compotes. Jeu de mot ignoble. Pardon. ] ... camarades. A la Fac. C'est un exploit, vraiment. C'est comme quand un chat vous montre le dos, c'est une preuve de confiance, pour ma part quand je tire les joues c'est que je suis assez à l'aise avec ma cible la personne pour le faire. Hein Roxy ? [ et la sale Moot made in Australia aussi d'ailleurs ] Mais je ne me suis pas attachée, hey ! Je partirais le coeur vraiment léger, parce qu'ils ne me manqueront pas, surtout qu'en plus l'un d'eux retourne à Toulouse. 'm not scared, I have not done it on this one \\ o / can therefore appreciate someone without focus, you can talk to him, his smile and tease without its absence does not hurt us, in any way. Finally. My rope tightrope walker wobbles a little, but her shaking subside gradually as more and more quickly. And I get to the end, then it helps, of course. So I also started to regain control of my feelings, and what does it feels good. is like grasping the flanges of a Crazy Horse and to slow gently, until it stops.
A sigh. A breeze that fluttered the ultimate flower of a cherry before filing it with infinite tenderness between gray stones. austral winter we began to make nightly visits to blow me ideas of freshness in the neck in my sleep. The cold of the southern hemisphere is on the way, and strangely coincides with the rise of my mood. Gonna may actually survive it all really. It Clearly it will not last, it will necessarily stop but hey, I still have time to enjoy and see what happens. I love this article because there, right away, if I were asked "How are you?" I could truthfully answer "Good." Have an Ice Day ♫
me at first light the 5th day, at dawn look to the East ... 
Finally, I see the end. More than 17 days before the end of this comedy, this splendid joke that I'm going every day, or almost. Some courses were completed, one could potentially miss the rest I care as much as a plastic bag carried by the wind. I learned a lot about myself lately, I have identified some of my weaknesses in different areas in different contacts with the people around me. But in the same way, I gained some experience in what appears to be a trailer for the beautiful World of Work. I understand that kindness is now known as "bullshit" and I have enough self-esteem not to make me look like that. I could certainly become a monster of hypocrisy. But it's so opposite of what I am, I will instead focus on a monster of coolness and indifference. I have trouble again, I pretty galley when it comes to saying "no" or not to let emotions take over. But I also know that I function in duality, that once I found the damn lever to raise the drawbridge, it should not subside anytime soon. On my escapades in the World of Azeroth that make my appearances in these places more sparse, they do not always bored me, although I do not have that sickly but temporary attachment I have had in the past. If you did not learn from its mistakes, it would be sad right? Immersion is pleasant enough, however, and opens some perspectives of history, every new character that I'm evolving. Blizzard has a sense of detail, and I like people who have. As in these comics, where things happen even in the background. I always had a special affection for these "asides" Underlying these events can be very visible or almost undetectable. People forget very often that an event may generate different outcomes, and that the same event may be a consequence of another act. I like looking through a magnifying glass that form the links between inputs and outputs, compare the doors and take stock. But sometimes the lack of data can cause a bad thing, a sort of compensation, projection of our ideas or our thoughts. Commonly, we call that "will make films ", or" psychotic "in some cases. And if you're a not very clear, you will very often pessimistic scenarios, developed to keep you chained to an endless cycle of dark thoughts. It not nice to live. Contrary to what this article may portend, I am not (yet) in depressed mode, not really. Let's just say that I'm missing that I try to refocus, to find a balance on my thread. Once the 17 days ended and exams that go with it would probably be easier, finally, instead following the posting of results, I hope positive. Nevertheless, I still have this nagging feeling of my folly imposed on people who in the end ... Do you charge to anyone ever, ever. In any field and status. Otherwise, in case of relapse, you will say "But it was you who came to take my hand, I did not ask." Never. Never win. It became my obsession. m'insupporte It occurred to me that in the end we only tolerate my presence, give me a time that was never wanted. People and their manière de voir les choses, de ressentir... Tellement différentes de la mienne, à l'opposé parfois... En parlant de misanthropie on pense tout de suite à quelqu'un de renfermé, maudissant ses semblables et rejetant toute interaction avec eux. Mais quelqu'un a-t-il déja pensé à un repli volontaire du à une compréhension impossible ? Allez savoir. Sur ce, je vous laisse avec ce tissus d'étrangetés, je m'en vais faire semblant de travailler au zoo à la fac, avec cependant la joie anticipée de revenir tôt à la maison. Have a great day, wherever you are.
