I'm back in bari,
in three days I saw my parents, made a visit, stained hair again, covered the old photos on your computer,
formatter now all that remained on the old pc,
videos, software, photos,
all away everything.
Time has passed since the last time I flew, again easyjet, again, did not die to burst damage or air turbulence.
the last time I came back I did it again the same thing, only this time something has changed ...
security will not know that soon this agony, so better call my stay in the soil of Lombardy, will end sooner or later ... and with that a long-term negative past to get sick of each type of psychosomatic illness, and heal from a bad called the past ...
you strangely because I had to, or wanted to crucify a living experience to the limits of my person, not just pure masochism, but to atone for the sins of the past.
milan, in its crudity, has made me learn to live, to rely only on myself, no friends or acquaintances to cry a little, to have a bit of understanding.
I did learn that on some occasions it is better than the confidence, to understand that if your body tells you you're wrong, you must not think that you can cure with medicine, but with the balance, to withstand the cold boredom, indifference, because the only way it goes ...
... now I feel stronger, more prepared ...
a bit more stefania
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