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Prologue

—I can't! I...just can't do this ! I say, shouting, frustrated and outraged at what she just said.

—Why ! you never make an effort, I feel like I'm the only one who cares about Lea's future! she said with her once blond hair that now is just a mixture of yellow and gray, although she is only in her thirties.

—why do i have to support this ! I'm just asking you to make a little fucking effort!

i don't stop making efforts but yet no one notices it .

I no longer feel anything, my body no longer obeys me, I regret this gesture, but what I regret the most is that my daughter witnessed such a thing like this .

-dad? why did you hit mom?

Lea , please stop.

Stop .
   Stop.
Stop .

-I didn't do it.

-I don't understand Dad.

you won't understand Lea , no one can understand this , not even me .

in any event, there's nothing to understand. I'm an asshole that's all I understood.

so this is the summary of my life?

a pathetic and meaningless life, why give the chance to live to a waste like me?

I need to disappear. I don't want to exist, at least not as ...
Alejandro Jones.