hemlock170374

Total burnout mode.

I feel like Italy, 1999,
before grabbing a backpack and heading wherever.

I feel and probably want to feel
that I am so fed up with everything
that anything is possible now.

I need to get out of here.

I should not lose this energy
and let it melt once more
in the reassuring and smothering routine of habit,
as soon as my current anger fades.

On a lighter note, health seems to be improving,
thanks to the good ideas of a cute doctor girl.

I guess I am only looking for something in life
that could prove me
that I am not the only specimen produced of this model.

Such naive drama at my age
can't be classified as temporary immaturity anymore, unfortunately.

If left untreated,
this kind of stuff kills.