This is the last evening at the pub

But first two friends are coming to drink some champaign one of them offered me.
I don’t feel really great because of the end and the other thing, but I will try to enjoy every seconds of this evening.

Last night I was really really down.
But then today I wake up and after watching Le ruban blanc I realized that I had to wake up and stop being sad for some cunt. I just saw myself as I was after the first time I fell in love, and I just don’t want to have the same reaction.
At the time, it took me 3 years (2 of living the thing, and 1 to recover) to feel finally good.
This time, I want to be strong about it.

I’m moving in England in 4 fucking month and that is a wonderful thing and I will just think about all the amazing moment I will spend there.

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La vie est un éternel recommencement. On fait les mêmes erreurs tout en étant persuadé que l’on a appris de nos souffrances passées. Tout en pensant que, cette fois, on saura s’en sortir sans dégâts. Mais un contexte différent et des personnes différentes ne nous empêche en rien de tomber de nouveau dans les mêmes maux. Dans les mêmes mensonges, les mêmes manipulations, les mêmes sentiments. On croit avoir appris. Mais tout ça n’est qu’un mensonge de plus avec lequel on s’endort pour se rassurer. Car la vie est un éternel recommencement.

Why the fuck did I trust this son of a bitch ???

and WHY THE FUCK did I fall in love with only SONS OF A BITCH ???

I am completely lost with this application to rent the flat. Haha. I’m gonna have a lot of trouble during my first days in Bristol.

One day I’ll remember this hard week, when I said goodbye to Paris, and telling myself that was a good decision.

I will come back soon.

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So I fell in love with an ‘asshole’ again.

And now I’m here, in my bed, thinking about him and thinking about everything I’m leaving.

I know, this is my decision, I’m not gonna change my mind. I just have less than a week in Paris, and then I’m gonna leave everything I have to go on this adventure. And yes it is a good thing.
But I love him. And I love my room mate, and all my friends, and all these evenings at the pub, and.
So yes, it is difficult. It’s like a break up.

I’m breaking up with Paris, even if I love this city, for good.

And it’s all gonna be just great in Bristol.

So I know it’s monday but yesterday was so weird that I didn’t want to talk about saturday evening.

It was in fact really good, I was supposed to go to the pub but some of my friends didn’t want to go so I stay home with us. And I was reaaaally drunk. Except the fact that Lambert was mean with my ex room mate, I had a lot of fun.

But then I said goodbye to all (around 6 am), to join him in my bedroom and I just realized that the next “morning”. And I said goodbye to him.

So I see now it’s over but it still makes me sad even if I knew what was going to happen to us. And not just for him but everyone I leave there.

Je suis devant la cérémonie de clôture du festival de Cannes.

Cela me rappelle à quel point j’ai laissé de côté le Cinéma ces derniers temps. D’autant que beaucoup de films qui sortent m’intéressent. Je vais certainement aller voir De rouille et d’Os demain.

Haaa mon dieu comment vais-je faire à Bristol pour trouver mes petits films français en vo haha.

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