welcome to more of that miserable misery.
there have been times when i told this forum/thread 99% of the things that happened in my life, and times when i thought it was wiser to be less public and all over the place about it, mostly because as of now the vast majority of my relations is with people who i met through here - except hyena, who's here nonetheless - and the end result of ranting for hours about how i feel is just going to make an increasing number of them either pissed off or annoyed. still at the moment i'm not sure i care that much, and there are things i realized about me and my life that i
do want to write down. feel free to skip it, or - most probably - be online too late to check back on this post.
1. this is where i want to be.
elsewhere. i don't want to live in this country any longer than strictly necessary. i don't hate the place and i find it's objectively as good as any other except maybe some volcanic islands, but it's given me as much as it could, and all considered it was close to nothing. i've had a good education in school, with stimulating experiences and teachers, particularly my
philosophy t-shirt

i mean teacher. and i met hyena, who is as close to me as anyone has ever been and quite probably will ever be. and i met alfred, who some of you old-timers might remember, who's still my best male friend and the guy i was hugging tight (yes) for no reason last night at an unlikely hour in turin central. the rest of what i got, aside from this job i'm currently neglecting for posting here, was more or less crappy. it's done, over with, expired, way past its sell-by-date.
other places will bring other experiences, new ways of life, a closer contact with people i actually feel i might want to relate to - at least for a while - in the future. this is not a solution, as there are none, but it's a temporary way out of something that is quickly leading me to depression.
i picked the scandinavian area as my destination. partly because i know a good number of people from there, and some i think i can get along with should they happen to live in the same area. partly because i'm fond of the climate, the quiet efficiency and the peculiar culture. i'm starting to study two languages from that region - svenska and suomi - tonight, and i programmed an intensive schedule of study hours until the summer. after that i'll get the first decent job i can find and quite simply drop this one and move. whatever happens after, i'm fine with.
2. this is what i want to do.
write. stories, novels, translations, essays, columns. i want to write anyway. it's something i'm good at and possibly the one thing that stops me from screaming most of the times. i spent around 2 hours and a half writing on a finnish notebook in a finnish university the other day, and the feeling i got from that did beat hands down any other good feeling from the trip. i get such a high from just putting pen to paper, i should be locked in a cabin somewhere and instructed to write until hell freezes over. i'm going to force myself to do it more from now on, because if i ever get anywhere with writing i might end up living wherever i please regardless of job opportunities in the area. this is not for now, but it might be for some time in the future.
3. this is who i want to be.
something different, something good. i'm sure i've been drifting far away from my old self in the recent past, and i've become nothing i like. my brains are still intact, but i suffer too much, too often. my emotional life is shit and i'm totally unstable, crimpled, possibly more in need of care than a three-years-old. i have absolutely no means for helping others, and i end up with lists of empty cynical words that make me sound bitter and deluded. wait a minute, i
am bitter and deluded. i'm actually way disappointed by everyone, aside from hyena, and i need to retreat back into a shell in order to at least be more stable, and colder, and stop trusting in anyone aside from the aforementioned. i don't feel inclined to look for a social life anymore: most of the people i can hang out with bore me, and the others are no help anyway aside from a little entertainment. most nights i don't sleep at all, out of headaches and pain in my eyes and a lot of anxiety from being alone. those nights when i
do sleep, i tend to have night terrors and wake up worse than before. most of the times there's no one there with me so nobody cares or can help. the rest of the times there is someone, and, well, exactly as above anyhow. i'm sure the future holds as much pain as the present, or possibly more since it seems i'm slowly spiralling down and with every circle the hurt gets sharper. what i would like to do is make the smallest difference for someone, even a stranger, and end it on this, in the act. yes, it does mean what it seems to mean, i'm sorry for the inherent gothicism.
4. this is who i want to be with.
no one. i can't help myself, i can't help anyone else. people float through their life each with his/her own burden of pain and bad moves, and i'm not a clown dwarf meant to solace the spirit and the mind. i need attention and the strongest will to heal me and keep me close, not the frustration of denial every time i ask for something for myself. even if it's not anyone's fault, this just means that i'm not blaming anyone, it doesn't budge the mess i'm in of an inch. and now it's become too much and too hard to bear, so that i feel played from all sides and i can't push back the hurt.
this is, more or less. what everything is coming to.