madness

and this is the moment when i start throwing the cds out of the window to the street

and i shout : "why, why?" (but probably in another language, for instance in french, because the french is the best language "pour la tragedie", so i'd shout: Pourquoi, porquoi?)

and i'd hit the walls with all my pillows

and all that kind of stuffs that would be perfect if i were juliette binoche and this were just a cheap b-movie (?)*

*how funny