the more I hope for something, the more I lose them

when death is the greatest danger, one hopes for life. upon intensive suffering, one hopes for death. when no hope is left, that is despair

Despair - a deadly sickness of the soul

if I am ever rude to you, it is probably because I feel angry that I'll never be with you

sorrow and regret are not the only things that come after love

would it change what has already happened?

love me. hate me. just let me know you're there.

tu ne voudrais pas devenir mon amie?

everytime I want to talk to you, I find me asking myself : "What can we talk about?"

it's the spice in the food