Now the end of August came.
I think about the few last months, trying to remember what I have done. Notice that days followed each other with a strange rapidity.
Actually I haven't complete a lot of things. Of course, I have great moments... Spent time with my sweetheart, played with my ratties, went to fests, visited my friends and family, organized meetings. I also did some more productive things : manage lot of administrative papers, try to get a job, work a little bit, do volunteering on computers, make and sale some art.
But it seems empty, like if all my memories disappeared in the recess of my head ; protected (from what ?), allowing only the naughty thoughts. I hope difficulties were over, but they come and come back! Will colors get me away from all that bad stuff ? Or will I stay in a bubble for my lifetime ?
My relashionships were underwhelming, I can't say it's catastrophic or non-existent, but I must tell you I feel sad, almost worried, about it. I am not comfortable, like