This morning I woke up ... heavy head, the desire to get back where I was before and not immediately get up, curl up.
I downloaded your mail, read the job (we have now ... and I feel equipped and at least do something concrete to act and not sit and wait for the rain events on me), prepared as I need to work today.
But I'm tired. I feel bad. Weak. I can not reorder your thoughts in the head.
The items, which for me has always been a balm, now seem useless and empty.
And I speak much now that I would not want to talk.
And I find myself still doing it, joke, laugh, listen to the chatter of friends, rejoice with them, cry, advice, nod, do right, do wrong.
But in me there is a sense of doubling. It 's like a person that if he did not always recognize. And I do not know if I really know or want to be more than they are.
Then I think I have to work. The projects, many good ideas, my own. Articles.
And then I cling, I do not want them to go away. I think I can counter this destructive Only in this way ... immergendomici ... and build, rebuild again.
I've always done. My recipe is working.
But now it's time to get back there where I was.
And I feel a bit 'like a vampire at first light of the sun closes her eyes because otherwise they would be annihilated.
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