Two years ago with a violent rupture… this self-destructive behavior began…
I know that sometimes I try to look stronger than anyone in this world but today I have to confess that I’m the weakest person on the world’s face…
Today… I’m not at work… today I’m in an unknown place… watching people walking, talking, smiling, crying… Today I’m just… THE STRANGER…
I hate my self… that’s why I can’t be happy again…
