A missed generation. A surface youth. Broken hearts. A world of crevards. The TV fucks us up our ass. Drug circulates. The young people pètent it. Generation Louis Vuitton caps. The life is rotted. People are idiots. Childhood is badly treated. Suicidal banked-up beds. Wasted friendships. Disappointed parents. Too many inaccurate loves but some sincere loves. S.O.S of the hearts in distress. Victims of the mode. Racism is wretched. Stony heart. Generation boxes & firm your mouth. New generation. To always want all & immediately. Never nothing to ask but always impose. To spend its time to the telephone or on MSN. To say “I love you” without same thinking it, not to say it when it is thought. To speak anything to say. To sleep. To be caught the head for one nothing, but always for this same nothing. To want this, want that, but especially to want him *. To open its diary; to close again immediately by discouragement. To always push back the things at the following day. To look itself in a mirror. To reconsider with the past. Not to worry about the future. To be unaware of the present. A need to cling to any mark of affection, seldom sincere, absolute competition. It is always better at side. Pure & simple dissatisfaction. Generation which does not dream any more anything or then of all at the same time...
Damn ! She's a hair Godess...
Damn ! She's a hair Godess...
