My turn again...

Yeah, but since the local papermill came and fetched it's own away, I really haven't liked to been there. The forest's ruined, and thus, I can't go anywere.

I used to walk over the island and first let the forest soothe me, and then go to the high cliffs on the other side, facing the open sea that'd go on and on, and let the everpresent breeze fondle my face. And I would feel safe, and recharge there. One summer, when I didn't get there, I got quite upset, and into emotional disarray. I guess that I'm not able to do those trips anymore, is partly causing my current state too.