"Can you hear the crowd is calling 'Hey sing louder now!'? You've got to show them what it means to be alive"

Attending the festival Rock en Seine just reminded me of how much I love going to shows. I know I've been to a lot of concerts in my life and I can't complain but I just can't get enough of it.
You know, before the band goes on stage, you get to meet people you know from Twitter or people you've already seen at a concert. You also get to talk to people you've never met before. But who cares? You're all there for the same reason. And you've got a lot of things to say, a lot of things to laugh at. You may come alone at a concert but you never leave without having some new friends. You can easily kill the time while waiting for the show to start.
Then, when the band is finally here, no one can prevent you from being happy. The idiots who are pushing you, the fangirls who are screaming at the top of their lungs, none of it matters once you get to see the band you've been waiting to see for a long time. The crowd and the band jump at the same time and for a moment you forget everything you've been through. It's just you, thousands of people and the band. When your favourite song is played, there are tears in your eyes, a big smile on your face and you scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs. Do you honestly know a better feeling? At the end of the show your whole body hurts, your voice is broken and you may feel sick. But it doesn't matter. It was all worth it.
If I could spend my days waiting in line for hours in the cold and then live it all, I would.

For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic.

You can't constantly whine. You can't always give up and think that somebody else will help you. No one will. We're selfish, we only think about our own happiness. What could make others happy doesn't matter as long as our own happiness isn't involved. You can't constantly act like an attention seeker just for people to notice you're alive. Trust me, people who make everything to be noticed are unbearable. Stop one moment and think about everything you want. Is it really impossible? What is stopping you? Nothing, no one is stopping you. You can't let anybody tell you what to do or how to feel. What your life is gonna be like is up to you and only you. It's okay to cry, we all do. But then, you have to use that pain, use that anger that's eating you alive. You have two choices: you either let it kill you or you can move your ass and do something about it. People won't always be there to tell you that you're loved, that you're worth it and that they believe in you. You have to start acting alone. Think about what you want. Only you can make a change. And you can make it now.
Sure it won't be easy but you have to fight for what you want. You failed? Try harder. Someone's telling you to shut up? Scream louder. Stand for what you believe in. No one is able to take it from you. People will always make you feel like shit and you know what? They may be right. As long as you don't believe in you, in your abilities, you will be a failure. Take a step, go further. Believe in what you are. Believe in the person you aim to be. Once you're able to do that, there will be no better version of you. Smile.

Stay seventeen.

So, the worst day of the year is officially over (but as this blog is at i-don't-know-where-in-the-usa time, I guess it will still post this on August, 12th). Yesterday was my birthday (and don't tweet me saying 'Sorry I'm late but happy birthday to you', it's useless). No, I don't really like it when it's my birthday, haven't for some years now. There are many reasons:
- I have to talk to people on the phone, which I hate.
- I have to talk about me, which I hate even more.
- People who know when my birthday is post a message on my Facebook and then random people I don't even talk to wish me a happy birthday as if they have always known when it was. It's useless seriously, either you know when it is and you send me a text message/email/tweet me or you shut up.
- People who I love and whom I expect to remember my birthday, don't.
- Usually I have to go out to have lunch/dinner with my whole family (have I already told you that the persons in my family are putting on their fake smiles and pretend not to bitch about each other even though that's all they do when they don't see each other?) and I can't leave earlier because well, I'm the most concerned about it. But I hate having to go out. My computer is cool.

So, I'm seventeen now. I like that number. It's the end of the teenager me and the beginning of the young adult me. It scares me a little bit but well, it's life. At least I won't have to deal with people who judge you by your age - which, by the way, is completely stupid. There are 21-year-olds who are worse than 13-year-olds. But it's still life... I sure do have regrets but I'm mostly proud of what I've done and what I've become. Not so long ago, I still had my mom's ideas and opinions instead of mine. Disagreeing with her is probably the best thing I've ever done in my life. And I feel sorry for my sisters who are just like her, narrow-minded persons. My life has been great so far. I've seen most of my favourite bands live (but still not THE band), I've fallen in love, which is the best feeling ever. I've also had my heart broken more than once but it was totally worth it. I've met some actors from the Harry Potter cast, I've had wonderful trips with really great friends, I've had the greatest giggles and above it all I've been able to learn a foreign language and I almost speak it fluently. I'm scared of the future because I have no idea what I want to do for a living. But I guess everything will be fine, it has always been.
I got my Pottermore email on my 17th birthday. I feel like Harry motherfuckin Potter, except that I'm not eleven anymore (gosh, I would love to be 11 again, just for one day). But now I'm allowed to do magic when I'm not at school :D (kay, who am I kidding?) So, this kinda brightened my day.

Hai dear readers!

I was astonished when some people told me that they read my blog. You have no idea how much this means to me. Ok, my life isn't really interesting and god knows that I'm only using this blog to whine. Actually I'm not whining, I'm just a pessimistic girl who barely believes in anything. This post is useless, ok, it was just to thank you for reading me. I will try to keep this blog updated but I have nothing to say. If you want my daily posts to be like 'Today I woke up at noon, had lunch at 3pm and was on the Internet for the rest of the day', then yeah, I can write everyday. But that'd become boring. I would love to write a one shot and share it with you but my inspiration has gone away a long time ago. I guess I'll just have to be at an all-time low to find the right words. Yeah, I cannot write interesting stuff when I'm not depressed. I don't really feel anything right now, I'm not really happy, not really sad. I'm just alive. And sometimes angry. But I fight my anger with music, not words. I don't know why I'm telling you this but if you're reading these words it means that the beginning of this post was interesting, wasn't it?
I've made a Flickr account not so long ago. I took these photos with my former camera and I'm kinda proud of some of these even though I know I'm not a professional! Click here to see my photos (thumbs up for my awesome username!) Just thought you should know.
I'm running a French website about Jack Barakat (yep sorry, it's just too much work to have an English version and I don't even know if English people know about this website!) I'm kinda proud of it :3 I try to update it everyday to give pieces of info to his French fans! Why am I talking about this? I don't know... But if you want to check it out, be sure to click here.
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