And yes, today is December 1st, and I still do not work. I
Amocles a sword above his head, ready to fall in February. I think it must feel in my behavior. Each day passes without a call, not even a call for external support, I am not talking about people I see every day, but more those who are far from me and know my situation .
I have rehashed these three years: since my arrival in Paris and up to now. All the problems I've been through, lack of money and my perpetual overdraft. The boxes in which I am hooked to learn and achieve my dream. The odd jobs I did to survive, and find myself again at the foot of the wall, while all I ask, is a work in alternating order to improve myself and become a good versatile graphic designer.
I do not get it, I'm afraid.
This weekend, I'll see my grandparents, just them, because I do not want to see my parents. Aside from me put a spoke in the wheels, I'm not sure what they do. But hey, I'm not going to damage the rest of my family because it does not go well with my parents.
This note certainly disappear in a few days but will remain at least this weekend.
Here, have a nice weekend, I hope mine will be fine.
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