Brad-Pitt Deuchfalh meilleur blog individuel de l'année 2005 adolescence sexualité amour peur et roulage de pelle

As far as I remember, Crocheton and I have always been sleeping in the same room. Pendry sleeps in the room next door. As it is Sunday, sure enough, I opened my eyes at 7:30, and I saw my brother who, must I remind it, is 19 years old, I saw my brother...

Saturday it's sports class. From 9am to 12am. In the gymnasium. I really don't like it, changing clothes in the cloakrooms of the gymnasium, with the other boys. It's strange, some of them think only about hurrying to change in order to go in front of...

Today, I considered running away. Run away, yeah, leave, just leave. With no worry about coming back. It's odd to get to that. I didn't do it. Because everyone does it. Everyone. For a yes, for a no, everybody clears off, everybody hops off, everybody...

Today, and for the first time since the birth of this blog, I received a mail from a reader, a female reader. The latter-day article will thus be related to this e-mail at which I’m going to try and answer as truly as possible. Here you can discover the...

1er juin 2005 - 1er juin 2007 Pour ses 2 ans d'existence, ce blog se paye une retrospective in english ! Yes madame ! Blog save the queen ! cette banniere sur ton blog ça se passe juste en dessous PS : 17 ans !!

Every days you're many to send me emails, asking me “Eh Brad-Pitt, Why don't you never speak about your sister ?” I found that it could be class to start this article like that but I've never received any mail from anybody. I don't care. It's today that...

It was 7pm when Daddy threw a punch right into Crocheton’s face and when Crocheton clattered against the wall, his feet collapsing, his butt crashing down the paving. Sometimes this expression in his eyes reminds me of the one my mother has when she looks...

At present, the atmosphere is electric at home. It’s the beginning of the high-school end diploma for Crocheton. Poor dear. Daddy keeps saying he’s not studied enough. The first time he said that, it was at least two months ago. He doesn’t really know...

It's strange that nobody ever speaks about mother's handicap, not that I especially want to talk about it. But it's true that, only a little while ago at the table, I was looking at her and saying to myself "it's crazy" that this woman who brought me...

Oh dear God, I had that weird dream again. Some people say I’m not normal. Some people say I’m insane. The psychologist from school, she says I’m not. Anyway, I shouldn’t tell my dream to any of those people. Even though, if I’m actually mad, I don’t...