My little world hidden somewhere far from the people’s eyes…
I ask myself: does it really exist? I’ve been defending, concealing it for so long that I can’t give a precise answer, can’t say for sure. Some day it seems to me that this “struggle for freedom and independence” which main aim was to preserve myself from pain is absolutely senseless. But, anyway, I’m used to acting like this and it turns out to be extremely difficult to change anything.
I’m ready to admit that I am an utter fool, I’m ready to try as hard aspossible, but, God, promise that all my attempts to build bridges instead of walls won’t result in my tears. I implore you!


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