* Still on day and school begin again. For one year. I ask me how this year are going to be. Good, not good. I doubt. I doubt of quite at the moment. I doubt of me especially. But it's not something new. I've always doubted of me. The problem is that I don't have trust in me. I've never had it. Why ? I don't know. I stopped asking me this question a long time ago. I try of asks me least questions. It's perhaps idiot but that allows me to advance in the life. Any little at least. Otherwise I stagnate. In reality I'm afraid of beginning again the school. It's really idiot I know. In fact it isn't really fear. It's more apprehension. I dread this year. I shouldn't to have apprenhension. In a sense that leads me to my own loss. It's prehaps a bit exaggerated but it stay right. I know that if nothing more goes I shall certainly abandon. I don't want it but it's what it risks to arrive. What I'm saying now is a proof of what I've said. I don't have trust in me. And that's the problem of all my problems..