13 de fev de 2010
For the first time, I have started to hate everything that you have done. However, this is a part of my fault, a condition that makes me feel sick and out of control. I do not respect your space, I have started to think only about myself, ignoring the fact that you do have your privacy and your own world. I feel myself like a weak bird among thousands of huge trees. I neither can find an exit nor see the sunshine. I wish I could be a different person, I wish I could make this up and start a new way of life. I wish a lot of things, most of them are impossible to be changed. I just wish I could really show the love that still remains inside of my body.