Arme fatale

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Je vais me sentir obligée, de mettre, des virgules à des endroits curieux, des Majuscules sans Raison d'etre & de supprimer Toutes formes, d'accents reconnaissablesssss

Bref, si j'avais vécu au XVIII, j'aurais inventé la machine à écrire, bon dieu.

Toujours penser à plus tard; prévoir toute action en fonction de son rayonnement futur; control yourself, control the others, what you do, what you think, when you're doing and thinking it. Whatever it is, you have to master it.

Disparaitre, si.
Facile.

Attending events; joining groups; nicknaming buddies; taking tests. Passing.
Everything is about success; failing every now and then just rushes me under the impression that something must've been wrong, but something ELSE. Failure is my sword; well, yeah, I do have a sword, and I find it really funny (= back off you stupid prick)

Okay so failure is more likely to be my destiny, and in a certain way that's fine with me -or should I say "her", or even "it" (since I begin to worry about that too).

"Starting to talk to myself again" : that's just a more efficient way to think. Again : deny, deny, deny!
I'm good with my voices and breathing issues and stupid dreams and fucking barriers, and whatever comes next I'm gonna kick its ass (with my sword, will you follow??) and crash its head before leaving without looking back. Hm.
I'm crushed by my voices and breathing issues and stupid dreams and fucking barriers, and when the next thing comes I don't know what I am gonna do, I can only figure myself breaking down, lay on the floor shivering and crying and hating myself for doing it. Hm.
I don't give a damn about my voices and breathing issues and stupid dreams and useless barriers, and if something happens again I'll keep being still, empty, not caring and whatever, until it goes off all by itself. Yeah.

No failure if you don't move.