So instead of telling you the whole story it´s probably better to let you know that my life also fits in 4 minutes and 52 seconds. This is my song, my heartbreak: "Cocorosie - Werewolf"
People don´t want to hear it, don´t they? This is how I feel, every day, and people don´t want to know that. They want to know that I´m feeling what Tom Jones makes you feel. But I feel like this, and they won´t play what I feel on the radio, because people that are sad don´t fit in. It´s funny, because they think it´s this boy that stops me fitting in. But he´s not so bad. Hard work, but... it´s the way he makes me feel that stops me fitting in. You get the weight of everything wrong. You have to guess all the time wether things are heavy or light, especially the things inside you, and you get it wrong, and it puts people off. I´m tired of this.
I don´t say anything these days. I may not know the weight of many situations, but I could feel the weight of reality, so I kept it to myself. You know that things aren´t going well for you when you can´t even tell people the simpliest fact about your life, just because they´ll persume you´re asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose this is why you´re feeling so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.
Writing this feels like discovering a new door in your own house.
