C'est de ma faute s'il pleut... si si. ( les dessins n'ont rien à voir avec le texte )
Why is it that I have to screw up what's good?
I've done a first : SEX WITH AN EX WHILE INVOLVED
and then I've done the worst... I came clean...
that's about how it went ( I'm the
bold characters )
-Hey what's wrong? you look concerned...
- hum nothing I'm just a bit tired, I should go back to mine now.
-It's not about us, is it? I mean, I don't know where we're going but right now I'm in a very happy place and I hope that's mutual.
-It is, I just need to figure out some stuff.
- You realise I'm not leaving this time, I still have to travel but you're my center point.
- I know that.
-I love you.
- I slept with A.
-WHAT ?! WHAT THE FUCK ?!!
-I'm so sorry!
-GET THE FUCK OUT!!!
-It happened once,I'm so sorry!
-I said, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT !!! NOW !!!
AND NOW I FEEL LIKE A ZILLION DOLLARS.