I don’t know what is happening. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what’s the purpose. I no longer wait for days or weeks or months or years. I no longer have any excitement to continue living. I’ve been waiting, eagerly very, for the day that I’d leave. I see nothing good if I stay. I see no changes if I go away. Day by day everything around me is hurting me more and more. I am haunted during the nights and during the days. I don’t belong anywhere. Don’t come and tell me that there are people that actually cared. This is the music that I have to face.