I had no interests, I had no interest in anything, I lost it all as simply as it. Like, I used to enjoy my life, enjoy what I had, enjoy whoever I had around me. Suddenly, I woke up one morning crying and I didn’t know why the hell I could be that sad. Then I had to build my life up something that I didn’t know what and I hadn’t anyone to stand there by my side helping and supporting me. I had no idea how I was going to escape, the only thing I actually knew was that I truly fucking needed somewhere to go. But the truth is: I needed something to put myself in. I had no taste for life anymore. I felt miserable. Everyone seemed to understand something that I clearly didn’t understand a shit, or maybe I was the one who could be able to understand what no one ever could. I think I was sinking, because, well, it was perfectly possible, I didn’t have anything to get attached to. I just wanted badly to get away from them, from there, from every and each thing. And I had no place to go until I finally figured out what I really fucking wanted. So that I became strong and stronger and I found many reasons why I should hold on. Even knowing that I condemned forever, I’m undeniable happy. (ninamarc)