So...My name is Santa , I live in the South from France, in Nimes.
It's rotted.
I'am not always accustomed to writing long texts, asking time but for this time , I would apply a minimum of intelligence.
I don't say has any wind: I am émo, goth. , hype, [...] because I know what that wants to even say nor I am me, because after reflexion, it is not with me to judge some.
I'am what you think that I'am. I'd surely not change.
If I live, it's not for me.
I want to prove to people what I'am worth.
I'am surely endowed with laziness & interfered a bordelism incongruous, but I hate anything to make & I hate the disorder.
It isn't this is odd? But it is well what I feel.
I stick much to people, I stick to it even too much, too quickly; like everyone besides, or at least I suppose it.
But that is normal, because as I said it previously, one does not even live for us, but for the others. They are the different ones which does to us what one is. You struck? I congratulate you.
Yes,
like everyone, I am plunged & rocked in Article.
Yes,
very as far as the world I like to take photographs, when the heart of said to me, to draw or paint what I see, to write and sing what I think. But I do not want to become photographer. I do not want to become dessinatrice or different.
Yes,
my ambition will carry out me to the scene shouting, while singing my felt, the coded messages which I want to make pass. However, my dream absolute was always and will remain forever that to become actress.
Yes,
later I would be known. One will like me as much as one will hate me.
I am pretentious there on this blow?







