Le cerf-volant

I would like to say a few words. But what can i really say in the next five minutes that i have?

Sometimes i see no point in prolonging life. Like yesterday. I wanted to be done with this life.

I now have almost all i could have asked for. Nevertheless, i am restless again. That makes me question the worth of it all.

Hold me down, thread, only if you can. For the wind is strong.

1 Mai

Malheureuse.

Je me suis perdue et fatiguee. En outre, les accents ne marche pas sur mon ordinatoire. Je me sens sans pouvoir. Et toute vide.