Torchon, Pokémon, and other rejoicings

I'm back from there and I feel quite good. I don't know how to explain that. That's a bit bizarre to be in this place full of memories.
I have new friends, I have old friends.
I meet new people, I meet nice people.

I've been a bizut. Songs and Sweets, that's the way I'd like to live but it's not so easy.

Why do my eyes always look for you ?
What should I think of your lips ?
What should I think of you ? And her ?
And he's very handsome too.

Will I manage to do what I want, this is the very question.

Yesterday, I cried, three times. They have to come, because I can not.

Nothing very interesting. Or I'm mistaken.

Alcohol is both a good and nasty friend, such as orange juice.

We'll see.