Iron Tablets Give Me Stomach

6th Chapter

sat back in her favorite coffee shop and wrote the soul from the body. Outside, the sun and let the rain water on the cobblestone pedestrian zone evaporate glittering. For about an hour before they had taken the bus under a sky that looked like angel of the Apocalypse would soon ide fall down to earth. A real shame that they would probably never experience it.
was awakened by loud construction noises it today in the neighborhood, what their mood is not lifted now. But otherwise, they remained trapped in dark desires and thoughts circles.
While they sat there, writing, sipping their cold drink, decided they like the "Steppenwolf" by Hermann Hesse buy. She had been lent this book in their school once a friend and read. They still knew that they had found themselves in every corner of the book and read it now woltle again. She bought the Steppenwolf and another, more trivial novel. A thriller, for she did Thriller. She read the first though Steppenwolf. And the wolf was
steppe.
Or put another way: She realized that she was a prairie wolf. This book by Hesse was one of those books that made it, November suck literally. She lost in reading the sense of reality and went completely into the joys and sorrows of the protagonist. The book showed her in a mirror as her own life was. Of course there were differences and not every detail was the same. but the way of life was about the same.

day they sat in each week in a seminar and was on the knowledge the absolute futility of being beaten in the stomach. There is simply no longer made sense for them to discuss things that another man had been sucked out of the fingers and written down.

were now taken a few days into the country in which they had not even written diary. In their mood was, of course, absolutely nothing changed. She also had another appointment with her life coach. He was now convinced yet again that November urgently needed medications. The thought filled her with mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was afraid take psychotropic drugs to have, especially because of side effects. But then she was also happy to some extent. Drugs could perhaps actually help to make it back somewhat Powerful. And if they already took drugs, this was a kind of confirmation that she was really sick. That they are actually hired and not just stupid is all imagined, and even persuaded. Your brain was programmed really wrong. Somehow that thought comforted her. It was all real
Everything, even the urge and pressure they felt at the moment again. She would hurt again, November simply had no other way to bring the idea to silence. But she was basically care because she did not see it as something bad, to cut themselves.