ernesto

there's that feeling of panic that grips me, every time i get stressed... i remember feeling it when the car was spinning - can't think... feel this desperate sense of urgency and want to do something to make it stop - life is a little rough right now. the paradox is that i always aspired to be this awesome island of a person who just blew through people and places. my father had a gazillion friends and had visited a gazillion countries...

i am feeling sorry for myself and angry with myself (life is nothing without contrasts/paradoxes/complications)... need to pull myself together.