Egocentrisme.

Sorry. Not strong enough for life, that's all. This was not bravery. This was fleeing away.

I'm ready to give away everything. The problem is he seems to have done it already.

I'm suffering because I find it hard to let people go. I'm interested in persons who don't give a shit. I want relations to happen when the other doesn't fucking sees the potential of it. And it exhausts me.

I'm sorry I didn't say it. But you need to know you're not ugly. Actually, you're amazing to me. You make me want to know so much about you. To listen to you saying shit or saying beautiful all day long. All night long. Just want to be part of your life.

And now again I feel like arrived at the very worst time, having misplaced feelings I don't even have the right to feel. And he regularly tells me without even knowing it.

I can tell you everything. Except this particular thing that I wished would never happen. And yet it did. And in the end again I am utterly alone in that shit.

I thought I was strong, and that I didn't care. Then I realized I cared, and then, I wasn't strong no more.

Is it normal to feel mad at someone for something he's said or done in our dreams?

The power of words.

I need him to scare me. How strange.

When it's about my ego, I'm weak.

Everything goes on so well. And then you say the too-far thing. Embarrassment. Silence. It all stops.