Ins't Life disappointing ? Well, at least mine is. Because we can't say that Life is disappointing. The real Life, with a big L, is only birth, followed by a lot of adventures (bad or good, you never know). Life is just about growing up.
My life is just about me. Boring, huh ? It is quite boring. I'm feeling weird tonight. And I'm not pregnant, I promise. It's just little things. Like death. When you think about it, it's not really a big deal. You just pass out. Done. Well, it's not a big deal for the one who's dying. But for the others, who were around him, it's like, I don't know ! I can't even tell how awful it is.
My grandmother is dying. Her heart can't handle Life anymore. I keep acting happily. So people don't feel pity. Who wants pity ?
