Happy st. Julien say to me. Being photographed naked when you totaly hate your body is a good therapy, isn't it? I feel so hungover for two days huh, quiet &quite bored, i don't evr want the beat to stop.

I obviously hate me but not as much as i hate people. 

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I have huge dreams that i personally consider more like projects than  simple dreams. And staying at home like those days is soooo boring, it's pissin me off. 'cause i am loosing some precious time. I think i am going to sue my heart for being so stupid and versatile, and also download Madonna's greatest hits because i heard that "somewhere in a stately manor in England, Madonna is weeping" maybe it's because i disappointed her , who knows? HAHAHAHAHA

I've just get out of my bed, didn't slept this night: kittycat i hate you. Eating chocolate/mint ice cream for breakfast and listening my complete GLEE ost (lord it feels so fucking good) i realize that i haven't left my house for weeks... I'm getting more and more lonely and sad, sometimes my mysanthropy isn't a quality at all. The only pleasures i have these times are 1. watching all day long 90's horror films (thanks god, 90's outfits are dead forever)  2.Imagining Sookie Stackouse dead (YUMYUMYUM) 3. Putting some black nail polish just like my baby Andrew told me, 'cause this looks so sick (and it's something i haven't done for a while). Saturday let's have a summer party at Chloë's, woohoo i'm already stressed but maybe (yes maybe) it'll be nice to communicate with human people during face to face conversations...

It's like i have to be someone else juste become i'm moving in another place, i don't know.  It took me so many time to discover who i am here... Would it be possible to be myself so far? Am i going to be fine all alone? I'm sure it's your fault if i doubt again, i'm sick of your litte lovegames. You don't really love me and you keep me hanging on, it brings mme down. I swear i'll find someone better than you and when you'll see my face hope it gives you hell.

My phone refuses to send text messages in California, need helppp

. Takes candid pictures of me

. Loves to play with my hair

. Is very cultured

. Likes club sandwiches

. Kisses divinely

. Likes big headphones

. Has a passion for traveling

. Has a contagious laugher

. Bakes cookies naked

. Has a British accent (optional)

. Watches a lot of movies

. Wants to own a loft

. Loves Marilyn Manson

 OMGG I'm just spending so much more money than i own, it's horrific. I moved in and i am really feel happy about that, this new city looks amazing and i'm getting my own independance. These new feelings seems so odd to me, i realize that i spend my time purchasing beauty and thinness but even though i find it one day there's someting that i'll never get, the most important one... Self confidence.

Someting has been broken, once again. You can tell Jesus that his bitch is back in town, i'm bored and vexed so what could be more exciting than make one of my ex believe that i've god aids &that i've contaminate him? Haha i confess my humor is quite grim, but it's so good to make fun of those peaces of shit who swallows everything i say. Mean people are not really happy i know, and i didn't claim the contrary. I'm fine being a nice boy but maybe the "love your neighbor" commandment wasn't made for me, nastiness is possibly some drug to me. But after all a mermaid without her tail isn't a mermaid at all.

I made a youtube channel that i admit is totally useless, but i needed a place to put all the videos that i like so... Eww i have nothing to say and it's pissin' me off, these times i'd rather share some photos ('cause i've a LOT of em in my laptop) but i don't understand anything in tumblr, if someone feel ready to teach me, just let me know.

 Why do people really think that i am interrested in their fucking problems? Maybe i'm wearing superficiality too much on my queer face or maybe i listen too many pop songs? Sometimes (yes i often use the word "sometimes") i feel like the most important subject i have to care about is me. It's not that i totaly hate every single human being on earth, it's just that i love me more. I spend my time wanting to be someone because it's too hard to find who i really am and i stopped checking for the monster outside my bed when i realized that he was inside me. This creature is growing up and my heart is his bait. At the moment i am pretty interrested (or obssessed) with vampires not those shitty teenagers from twilight obviously, i should stop watching TB all the time. I want boys, girls and BLOOD. Renfield syndrome?

Two days now that i am in the dark with my babycat watching the 2 first seasons of True Blood, this is simply DELICIOUS, this program is makin' me so so wet that i decided that I wanna have vampiric sexual relashionships or just  become a louisianian waitress... Well i didn't choose yet.

 Sometimes you have to go through your sick thoughts and carry on, even if you're stumblin' on. You have to take control, if i succeded in, everyone can. Sometimes my devils are coming back and it hits me, like nowadays so you have to understand that i won't let anyone stopping me in my quest for hapiness. But knows that when the time will come for you, i'll be there.