"Mom, I am a rich man"
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"Mom, I am a rich man"
Se confier dans le vent, c'est parler (écrire) inutilement.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive 'Cause you gotta survive Like your body's in the room but you're not really there Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air Am I past repair
Em Beihold - Numb Little Bug
What do you see in me? In their eyes I am the one for whom everything goes well, a girl obsessed with scoring points and getting recognition. This girl whose story has already been written and for whom we have already traced a path. The daughter some parents dream of, a sample to which others can be compared. A container that fills and empties without real intelligence or creativity. Some sort of well-tuned machine programmed to say and do things a certain way, devoid of thoughts or feelings. A person with whom the conversation would be as flat as a sidewalk. A parrot that knows nothing except what she recites from her lessons. A girl that tries too hard to meet everyone's expectations. A silent and reserved girl, too naive but full of vices, arrogant, jealous and irritating. Someone without a personality that doesn't stand for anything, An obedient child that does what she is told to do and has no one on her side.
Quand tu me regarde, que vois tu ? A leurs yeux je suis celle à qui tout réussit sans qu'elle ne le mérite, celle qui ne pense qu'à marquer des points sans jamais en être satisfaite ni en éprouver aucun plaisir. Cette fille dont le récit est déjà écrit et à qui on a déjà tracé le chemin. La fille modèle dont certains parents rêvent, un échantillon témoin auquel on peux comparer d'autres. Un récipient qui se remplit et se vide sans véritable intelligence ni créativité. Une sorte de machine bien réglée programmée à dire et à faire des choses d'une certaine manière, sans pensées et dépourvue de sentiments. Une personne avec qui la discussion serais aussi plate que le trottoir, ne sachant rien du monde à part ce qu’elle récite de ses cours. Une fille condamnée à toujours répondre aux attentes de tout le monde sans avoir droit à l'erreur. Une fille silencieuse et réservée, naïve, idiote même mais pourtant pleine de vices prétentieuse et arrogante. Quelqu’un qui ne tient à personne et que personne n'aime réellement.
today I read outside in a park for the first time this year ! felt really soothing
Je ne dis pas que les concerts me manquent, mais je viens d'avoir une bouffée d'émotions brutale devant une case de BD avec une foule devant une salle de concert.
I'm back
(please if you like this, leave a comment, it encourages me)
My first attempt at learning french ✨💖💕
Bonjour