You know how in different languages, there are different rules about how to say things? Well in french, there's a spcific wa to say an action, if it's being done onto eachother or one's self. And I know french class and organization of one's life don't work together too often, but if one has to write about what they and someone else have do to eachther... then they do. Especially if that person has to stare blankly at an equally blank piece of paper. To eachother. What do people do to eachother? Hug eachother, play with eachother, cry on eachother's sholdiers, marry eachother, but... what about it. These things don't fit. Sure they can happen, It's just... they don't happen to the person stareing at the paper. They only happen in dreams. But when that happens, when people hug eachother, when "eachother" exists. And when life (dreams) seem to be good. You get backstabbed. And then you're dieing. Dead and dieing at the same time. Because who knows if you ever lived in the first place. And the dreams in which I'm dieing are the best I've ever had. The thing is, it's not because "eachother" existed. It's because afterwards... there's a slap in the face and a realization that I can't have that. Stop dreaming. Stop reaching for what you can't have. it says. And I remember who I am. And why I can't write a french paper about eachother.