My impatience 
happy Thursday night ("Tomorrow, I go home ...") has disappeared to make way for an infinite fatigue: the road in one direction, then the road in the opposite direction and repeat. .. We do not die, for proof I'm alive. But without envy (which early signs of depression). I zig-zag from Bordeaux to La Rochelle and La Rochelle to Bordeaux. On the one hand the times, interminable lasts so long. On the other hand, the weekend at home, I do not see it happen: only did I get that I must leave! what's this? I'm tired.
happy Thursday night ("Tomorrow, I go home ...") has disappeared to make way for an infinite fatigue: the road in one direction, then the road in the opposite direction and repeat. .. We do not die, for proof I'm alive. But without envy (which early signs of depression). I zig-zag from Bordeaux to La Rochelle and La Rochelle to Bordeaux. On the one hand the times, interminable lasts so long. On the other hand, the weekend at home, I do not see it happen: only did I get that I must leave! what's this? I'm tired. 
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