Devo fare il quarto colloquio. Quarto, porca vacca. In un mese.Per la stessa ditta. Un equilibrio isterico dentro di me che a seconda della quantita' di liquerizia che mastico (e' risaputo che fa alzare la pressione) dondola da rantoli interni disperati "pigliatemi, pigliatemi, pigliatemi" e poi dondola indietro verso "ma andè a caghè tut".
Today when the sun begins Yom Kippur. I want to apologize to all the people I hurt. That I ignored or persecuted. I want to forgive and be forgiven. For all the annoying phone calls and ruggionose to my parents. The angry voice that comes to me when I'm menstruating. Even the stack of paper to the professor that I Ciul a day that was red and he had gone into the coffee room '.
Many, many, many things ...
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