Once again...

Every month I have my down period. All it takes is a lonely night, quite silent, except in my head where memories are swarming around. Knowing that she's got another boyfriend meaning she doesn't spend any night pondering about may happen or what HAVE happened. On these nights, the world seems motionless, forever stuck in this bloody (so british) present time.
I know it will pass. I know it, but as Frodo, I'm naked in the dark. I know that somewhere beyond that horizon I'll find my own paradise. The one I won't get kicked out from...

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Welcome to the show! I'm M., a French guy who's 34 and now single. Everything is falling down and I'm trying to put the remaining parts of my so-called sentimental life together. Welcome to my Messy Life!