If I Get Popular, I Know That Ain't Fair.

Weird things are taking too much place. Here I am then, in front of that odd stuff, that unreadable and very silly défouloir. I don't know anymore. Where I am, with who I am. Why I'm this, why I'm being this. I can't do it anymore, i'm stuck in front of the gap to fill, my unbelievable lack of musical culture, how I lack so much of culture comparing to all those virtual people, who I can't help but admiring. How I lack of everything that misses to be who I want to be. Everything is missing to me, except the will of being who I want to be. If I do a list of what I feel to be today, it would look like something of that kind : ugly, tired, bored, non-confident, missing, lonely, geeky, useless and a word that expresses the exact opposite of the coolness. Nice one, indeed. Hopefully, I can listen to shitty music and try to pass my exams too.