L'art et le plaisir

part of me writes because there is nothing else i could do. part of me writes in english because I have been taught that's the way I would feel I am not talking about feelings. but i am. there was a moment in time where things were good and then they just crashed. all of them at the same time. i was the valid and vividly representation of the butterfly effect. all the aspects related to me simply went bad and somehow most of them seemed out of my reach to be solved and i could do nothing about them, except wait. - there were nights, constant and repeatedly nights, where my body and my head asked for help. i felt i needed therapy again and i was not mad about it, i loved therapy - but therapy was the great reminder that something was not right and i needed to fix it. sincerely, too many things needed therapy and i was not able to seek for help to all of them. i was aware that university was the only environment that could postpone my feelings and mitigate them until i came b...