Frame of mind

Ok, here’s the email, going to take a bit of google translating and some real luck.  I did some French, apparently, but of course I don’t remember any of it now.  It’s no use me trying to translate it myself.  It still feels odd.  I just don’t know what to make of it.  I see the name Icarus, in French of course.  Took so long to type all those weird characters.

Il était exactement comme toi. A jouer avec le feu, jusqu’à ce que ça le brûle pour de bon. Icare, je veux dire. Il a perdu ses ailes, perdu sa capacité à s’élever. Il ne s’est pas retourné pour tenir compte de mes mots, mon petit cerveau papillonné. Bien sûr, les ventes augmentent. Toi aussi tu peux te permettre de payer le prix fort.

Sophs came round to my house for a while today, we listened to a few CDs before Mum came in and started acting all weird.  She was talking to Sophs like she’s known her for ages, asking her how her Mum was and trying to be all super friendly.  I hate it when parents are like that.  Sophs is my friend, I don’t wanna stuff things up with her.  I mean, not that I’m trying to date her.  Would I say no?  Heck I dunno.  Ask me again when I’m in a better frame of mind.

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