De memoires van Cassandra en Cassanova, final chapter.
15-05-2009
I used to have many flaws, now they've come down to two: everything I say and everything I do
I didn't particularly wanted to live much longer than that. Life seemed rather daunting.
It seems so to me even now.
Life seems too long a time to have to stick around, a huge span of years through which one would be required to tap-dance and smile and be great, be happy, be amazing, be precious.
I was tired of my life by the time I was sixteen. I was tired of being too much, too intense, too manic. I was tired of people, and I was incredibly tired of myself. And that hasn't changed.
I want to do whatever amazing thing I'm expected to do (it might be pointed out that these are my expectations, mine alone)
