I always wanted to sleep heavy, that's where you bring sleep and suffered with breathing dry, abandoned as a rock springs.
_How jealous, I suffer four times because they are jealous, because I reproach of it, because I fear that my jealousy end up hurting each other, because I allow myself to subdue a triviality : I suffer from being excluded, to be aggressive, to be mad and be like everyone else _.
Roland Barthes