So
I feel like writing today. It's been a while and I can't dance.
I know what I want, I always have actually. I just don't feel entitled to what I want anymore.
I see those opportunities, right in front of me, sometimes even right in my hands, and somehow I end up stressing out and fleeing or lying about what I truly want.

Dieu nous déserte, le diable s'installe.

Je me suis mise à penser que notre foyer était maudit, que le diable y était installé et tour à tour possédait chacun d'entre nous.