What's It Like To Be An Ambulance Pts Driver

There is a problem. I have a great desire to leave.
inconclusive battles in my head and old beached schooner. But even new ones. Especially new ones.
It 'amazing how my tendency to intolerance are alive when they face inevitably weaker. With swollen throat, struggling to stand, I'd rather go on the street in the rain because green sofa is too close to me and I want to go.
I want to go home. That's funny: when I'm home I want to escape.
And I do not even have the strength to read, but only to vegetate closing out of me all the steps and voices, the looks and words. There is a wall 3 meters high and you do not see it. Outside is colored, so if you like it, but inside is as it seems to me. And I will tell you that inside that wall I was calm because I have no smell, no noise. And I see faces, do not feel my feelings if you do not.
It 's my Berlin Wall, do not try to knock it down until 9 November.