| "¡Qué de cosas se dirían sin hablarse aquellas dos almas! - pensaba Fernando - ; y si, efectivamente, las almas primitivas son las que mejor pueden comunicarse sin la palabra, ¡qué de cosas no se dirían aquella!"
-Pío Baroja, Camino de perfección
I wish I could communicate without the excessive use of the cold and vulgar language of men, 'for the word is the enemy of feeling'. |
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| Leaving the Netherlands in a couple of hours heading back to the dump, no haha Edinburgh is gorgeous, it's the work that does the depressing. Farewell holiday farewell friends. Plan ahead! And Happy New Year.
No excuse not to thank my generous host MS LEUNG for everything. I'll come bug you real soon. Honestly, thank you.
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| It's wrong to stress, so wrong to stress. I have the impulse to see a shrink, as a pretentious loser, to get over my perpetual symptom of fretting, sweating and language abusing. I thought it senseless to stress, to not go out and have fun. So, guess what I did, I went out on Friday for two lovely movies! Isn't that wild? I got back home, opened Microsoft Word, typed my essay question on the blank page and dropped straight to bed. I lack actual things to tell about my life I panic every time my friends as of me. To top it off, I'm going on about it on this deserted page knowing only a sad few like myself would care to read. I have a better idea. I ought to be moaning scribbling on paper so I'll get something crispy to grasp and toss, or just something to burn and vent on.
Whatever. I am pathetic right now. But it won't be long before I get to show off my beautiful life again.
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