I’ve never had a hard time like this week when I’m closed in a 70 step box …. the roof goes up when you don’t know how and when things will end.
lately, I have had many dreams in which I pour frustration on my life here and now. that I beat something, that I run and go somewhere …. just, such a life in a box doesn’t give me peace of mind.
next week is coming and again everything will be the same ….. I’m going crazy again, it’s raining again, maybe it’s already snow …. again nothing will change and I will have to suffer again, how everyone around is suffering ……. but it doesn’t warm me.