Raving sane

Finally. I’m raving sane.
Even though I’m a bit like Gwyneth Paltrow in “Sliding Doors” at the moment. I’m simply disgusted, and the physical reaction of disgust is nausea. So I keep on vomiting my disgust night and day, until one day I’ll stop and all this will simply end. There are a lot of things to fix. There are a lot of things to destroy. It’s OK like that, one needn’t argue about the justice of things or one will start raving mad again. Funny how easy it is at a certain point in the afternoon to simply stop and steal a couple of moments to show your inner parts to the whole world. It’s comfortable, so that you don’t really have to tell them to anyone.

Sono nata in Bulgaria e sono cresciuta in Italia. Mi occupo di traduzioni e revisioni creative, pignole e attente alla qualit√† per importanti clienti internazionali. Vivo in Olanda con il caro D. Lavoro con l’inglese, l’italiano, occasionalmente con il bulgaro.

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