It's amazing how everything makes me angry, at one point. I find myself hating the technology at any moment. I try to go to bed and I hear the TV over there, my dad who listens, You may not feel anything and then must take the highest? Maybe it's also the fact that the house is made in the sixties has walls as thick as a sheet of paper. That's the beauty of living in public housing. Plus my neighbor, seventeen year old boy that raps up in the night. I feel
burst. My level of tolerance is very low at this time.
So I turned on the light, I turned on the computer, I deleted by Facebook, although much can I go back whenever I want, thanks to that infernal site. I bit a finger to the nervous, do not know if and when I go to sleep and tomorrow morning I would have had to wake up at seven to go for blood tests.
Fuck.
everything. I'm not going to do ste analysis, amen.
And even today. When I said no. So I expected, but that fucking break. Good start. Thinking about the end of my studies and what is there after me sink into the abyss of uncertainty, making connecting disparate thoughts: I finish the university -> I do an internship before finishing -> many internships are not paid -> I I am a poor man -> how do I keep myself in another city? -> What binds me to this city? -> And if my parents are evil and should I stay here? -> And if something else happens? -> And if I find a job? -> And if I stay poor? -> And if I go back to the electrician? -> Fuck. -> No, no electricity to Forlì. -> Forlì not. -> I must be off. -> I run, I also say to my, I can not stay here, should I build my life. -> Travel. -> Not always. -> I want stability, but I need an adjustment period. -> Work. -> Family, why not? -> Warm, welcoming atmosphere. -> Now I'm just like a dog. -> I hate this situation, by, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no, yes, no. -> NO NO NO NO NO -> absolutely not. -> -> -> -> -> I must go.
I hope to sleep after brat by this outburst.
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