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Je déteste ce moment où je me réduis à cette petite merde qui pleurniche. J’en viendrais à pleurer une personne sans intérêt, que je n’aime même pas, parce qu’il ne me reste plus rien. Mon estime s’est fait la malle, mon ego est resté au fond d’une flaque. Se retrouver vraiment seule et devoir se regarder dans le miroir c’est pas beau. Voir que l’on est incapable de s’aimer sans un mot, un regard, une caresse venant de l’autre. Qu’aucune énergie ne vient de l’intérieur. Pourtant je crois vouloir changer, nager à contre courant, briser la roue, changer l’ordre des choses en moi. J’ai parfois l’impression de me battre et me débattre dans le vent, de pédaler à vide. Peut-être que tout ceci n’est qu’une affaire de temps.
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I have always loved and admired ballet. Grace, precision, emotion, so many qualities I thought I would never have. When I started to think about learning ballet classes, it was already a sort of revolution in my mind. The first time I entered a ballet studio, I was 20, but too many body issues and insecurities prevented me from going on. Two years later, in another city, I decided to try again, to find a good ballet class and to cling to it. That’s what I did. For my second year of ballet, I’ve had 3 ballet classes a week. I’ve started pointe work pretty early. I was so happy. I love ballet. It finally made me find something I like enough not to give up when any difficulty would show up. But today, i’m so desperate about myself, I’m swamped again with all those negative thoughts everywhere. You’re too stupid, you’re too negative, your leg isn’t straight enough, your left foot is so weak, your turn out sucks, your turns suck, you’re so ugly, you’re so hopeless, you’re so hopeless, you’re so hopeless, you’re so hopeless, you’re so hopeless
Selling out is not my thing Walk away I won't be broken again I'm not I'm not what you think Dream away your life Someone else's dream Nothing equals nothing Letting go is not my thing Walk away Won't let it happen again I'm not I'm not very smart Why should I feel sad For what I never had Nothing equals nothing Turn to stone Lose my faith I'll be gone Before it happens Turn to stone Lose my faith I'll be gone Before it happens Selling out is not my thing Walk away I won't be broken again I won't I won't fall apart Dream away your life Dream away your dream Nothing equals nothing Turn to stone Lose my faith I'll be gone Before it happens
Desenchantement
C’est pas la personne qui manque. C’est l’amour et ce qui allait avec. L’espoir, la dévotion, les possibles à l’horizon. Broyés. Anéantis, balancés au vent. J’entends encore les murmures, les sourires, le regard amoureux que rien ne peut effrayer. J’ai peur de la mer, mais je parais mon bateau. Qu’importaient les vagues, les mois, la soif, j’aurais bravé la tempête. Mais je suis restée sur le bord. Stoïque face aux allées et venues qui bordent mon cœur d’écume. Je n’ai plus le goût de voyager.
Je crève les bulles comme je laisse passer les minutes qui passent qui passent
I love Black Mirror. The whole thing. But there was something special in Nosedive. I don’t think this episode is particularly more interesting than the others. I guess it’s pretty personnal. I had never followed a character with such attention. This episode even brought me the shivers at some point. Because I relate to Lacie. I may have made progress, I still relate to her obsessions. I relate to her despair, her dreams and their vacuity.
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On grandit oui, mais peut-être moins qu’on le croit. J’en ai dressé, des listes ; d’erreurs à ne pas faire, de critères à respecter, j’ai tenté de dessiner un plan. De le suivre. D’éviter de repasser par tel ou tel chemin. Mais j’ai beau emprunter des voies différentes, faire des choix différents, côtoyer des gens différents, j’ai l’impression d’être toujours la même petite chose qui pleure et qui ressent les mêmes petites choses toutes pourries.