Try not to piss anyone off this time around...
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU
27_seconds! NOW I ACTUALLY LIKE MY LJ! And it makes me want to post! (hopefully)
I'm not sure, but I might start posting my fic here on my LJ. But I'm not so sure about it. I need to find a french community where I can post my fic. Mmmh. But where? I'll look it up. And, hopefully, if I'm still alive when I finish it, I'll translate it in English. If anyone's interested.
I'm considering going to London for the convention, but it 80£ or something, just to get inside the thing. So that means that I'll have to pay for a hostel and the train tickets, which are so expensive my head will explode. But there's going to be Jason and Kristen, and I want to see them, just to... I don't even know what for.
I've had my DVDs of VM season 3 for two weeks now, and I haven't watched them. Not a single second. Not even the bonus. I think I can't, because it's just so hard to watch the falldown of the show all over again. It's hard to watch the episodes without the hope of it getting any better, or being saved by a fourth season. It's hard, that's it. So... I'm watching season 2 of The Office, I laugh my ass off, and I cheer at Jim and Pam who're so cute.
I guess that's all I need. Hope.
Also, I'm kind of sad because Pierre would have turned 16 last Sunday. But he's dead. And it's hard. I think I'm still not over it. Actually, I can't bring my self to believe that he won't come back, that I won't ever see him again, that he doesn't have a future anymore. I can't believe that life can stop just like that, at 15, when you have so much more to live. It's unfair, it's so unfair I just can't accept it. I can't accept it for his parents, for his friends. I can't accept it, it's like I fight against this reality. It's stupid, I know, but I feel like someone should still... I don't know. If I died, I would want everyone to think that I'm happy, I'm resting in peace, I would want everyone to keep going on their lives, and just not forget about me too soon. I try cheering me up by thinking this, but it's hard sometimes. I'm still finding excuses not to go on his grave. But I know some day I'll need to. I guess I'm just not ready yet.
Anyway. Wherever you are, Pierre, happy birthday.
27_seconds! NOW I ACTUALLY LIKE MY LJ! And it makes me want to post! (hopefully)
I'm not sure, but I might start posting my fic here on my LJ. But I'm not so sure about it. I need to find a french community where I can post my fic. Mmmh. But where? I'll look it up. And, hopefully, if I'm still alive when I finish it, I'll translate it in English. If anyone's interested.
I'm considering going to London for the convention, but it 80£ or something, just to get inside the thing. So that means that I'll have to pay for a hostel and the train tickets, which are so expensive my head will explode. But there's going to be Jason and Kristen, and I want to see them, just to... I don't even know what for.
I've had my DVDs of VM season 3 for two weeks now, and I haven't watched them. Not a single second. Not even the bonus. I think I can't, because it's just so hard to watch the falldown of the show all over again. It's hard to watch the episodes without the hope of it getting any better, or being saved by a fourth season. It's hard, that's it. So... I'm watching season 2 of The Office, I laugh my ass off, and I cheer at Jim and Pam who're so cute.
I guess that's all I need. Hope.
Also, I'm kind of sad because Pierre would have turned 16 last Sunday. But he's dead. And it's hard. I think I'm still not over it. Actually, I can't bring my self to believe that he won't come back, that I won't ever see him again, that he doesn't have a future anymore. I can't believe that life can stop just like that, at 15, when you have so much more to live. It's unfair, it's so unfair I just can't accept it. I can't accept it for his parents, for his friends. I can't accept it, it's like I fight against this reality. It's stupid, I know, but I feel like someone should still... I don't know. If I died, I would want everyone to think that I'm happy, I'm resting in peace, I would want everyone to keep going on their lives, and just not forget about me too soon. I try cheering me up by thinking this, but it's hard sometimes. I'm still finding excuses not to go on his grave. But I know some day I'll need to. I guess I'm just not ready yet.
Anyway. Wherever you are, Pierre, happy birthday.