Iritis Without Steroids

Expecto Patronum

Behold, I would be ... I wish I could also evoke my magical creature capable of defending myself from the sadness and unhappiness, with the only difference that I'm not Harry Potter , my Dementors are probably the most terrible and my patronus would not have the shape of a deer, but more palusibilmente that of a mummy!

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Happiness is unattainable

Today I finished my classes. Today so it should be a great day. + I will not have to take exams, I will not have to face those nasty + law professors are not happy ... yet. And I do not know whether this is because the examination had started looking good with the assistant (who throughout the investigation did not merely say, "Yeah, right, well, perfect") and then went to hell with Professor (a true black out ... argument repeated a thousand times, completely disappeared from my head) ... and I can not blame anyone but myself with ... I can not take it with the prof, or because I knew that the party with him is a Russian roulette: either you know the application or there is no alternative ... and then it was nice (stranamente!) at the time of signature was almost sorry and told me: "Miss, patience, do you think now is a doctor." He really did not would never have expected ... sure, maybe lower the rating of six points, without giving me way to solve ... but patience is done. After all, think about it, I should be proud of me for cmq be able to pass an exam and study in this period of my life so black. Had it not been for the pressures of my father, I would never have occurred to introduce right now. But now it is gone and I can not do + anything. And I can not cmq to be happy. I feel psychopathic and mentally unstable. Maybe I have accumulated too much stress at this time and maybe my nerves finally gave way. I just hope to recover sooner or later, but it certainly will pass the first time highlight. And yet there he wants. Scroll ... scroll

time in a hurry, I beg you ...

Flesh Coloured Moles On

... And suddenly the world falling apart around you.

I write this post not because I want to do it, but simply to thank those who are felt every day and I show their closeness. I apologize because often I can not answer, because it was too degraded or committed to cry on ... A week ago, my biggest problem was "I'll sign up for the master to Rome in April ?"... seems that the Lord wanted to punish my immense superficiality, and more in the worst way in which it can punish a person. I wonder what I ever could have done wrong my family to deserve all these svenuture. From what I can remember, I have never experienced a moment of serenity that has lasted more than a few months. Each year a pain, worse and worse every year. Try to be strong in these situations is almost impossible, to pretend and lie shamelessly with the individual concerned because they do not want him to suffer early, when a doctor put it in the face of reality and the choice that seems impossible to do. And suddenly you find yourself in an intensive care unit of a sudden you find yourself talking about the worst things to look for on the internet the best centers to go ... suddenly you're there, talking with thousands of physicians, to make 100 phone calls, to go back and forth ... suddenly you enroll in a course of cardiac emergency because it is better to be ready for anything ... suddenly life is hell and you feel that your life is over, that a Sunday morning has definitely taken away your carelessness, your youth and your projects ... and live in constant anguish, in constant fear that once again everything can change for the worse. Even more.
Sorry for the outburst, I do not have the strength to call everyone and explain what I feel. Thanks to those who think and thanks a thousand times more to those who are praying for me and my family.
with affection. Elisa

Memorial Sentiments And Epitaphs

are not made to bear too much pressure ...

I realize that it is not hard cheese made of that I try miserably to show the outside. Yes, they are not granite, but soft clay ... If you press me, I blurted into the hands of Mr Didò worse than my 4 year old niece imitating the Power Rangers ... I need certainty, I need to have everything under control and to plan my life in the near future, otherwise I feel poised over the void. And do not know what will happen, but most importantly, not being able to control events, makes me intolerant and terribly emotional. I'm hurt, I know. But if this continues, sooner or later I will go crazy ... that's for sure!