Wear

I have used up my capacity to be around other people. Can't stand it anymore. I detest anyone who opens their mouth to speak to me. Don't speak to me. I've taken all I can. Two months of no privacy, more than in years, many years. I'm edgy, highly aggressive(just plain aggressive, not that passive/aggresive thing mr. b spreads like a mantra, he seems to have forgotten that people can be aggressive(what he misinterprets as passivity is the restraint I use so as not to hit him, he should be happy)), deeply unhappy and... I've got to do something. But there is no solitude to find here, no deserted streets and left behind space, no silence anywhere. And still 15 days till my plane leave, what am I gonna do? Panic?

I'll go to the five burroughs, or something like that...

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