Lesson XI: There's no lesson. Just the nostalgic feeling
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Lesson XI: There's no lesson. Just the nostalgic feeling ...
It's human to make mistakes. Some fatal, some mild. There came a time when I was tortured by the expectation of tomorrow ... I would get up early to study something that I endured more than I was not passionate about. I endured people who were totally incomprehensible to me and felt like I was stuck at some point of time. Desperation, the idea of tearing my skin with my nails made me attractive. It was May 2016 and I think by then I was still living with my mother or at least trying to resist the idea of leaving one more time since I had spent a whole year bouncing like a tennis ball between my houses. parents feeling like a stranger.
On the one hand there was my father's house ... where his wife lived, some twenty years younger than him, or was it thirty? I have nothing against ages and what they call love, however if I admit that it is something strange to live with a person almost as young as you ... And it is worse when you know that this person has relationships with your father ... It is simply ... No I have a word to describe the feeling, I can only say that it gives me some discomfort.
And on the other side was my mother's house, which just didn't fit.
It was a dreadful season. The only good thing about that morning was that for at least a few hours he would be away from home ... Free of them. Free from that annoying feeling.
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