Here I am in a world where the first day of my appearance, I forget all about my hobby: Who was I? Or was I? What was I doing? I could pass as a souvenir, is loneliness. Pace I'm sure if even an animal rodent were near me, in my ex. I have many memories.
This one-time state is still a step in my life, even when I'm around, I feel it. What I believe is the original is that Grandma preferred to go out with my sister while I was the companion of my GM who was sickly, I had no choice but to pass these moments to play all alone in my room and also became more than a habit.
Well, after the death of Grand-Ma, it was total solitude. And since I'm such a <<stupid unknown>> in this world, Where we condemn without witness, where defenses turn against itself.
Most of my closest sounding incomprehensible makes me wonder if God is not wrong planet by sending me on that one.
Sometimes I feel that I no longer live, I simply exist.
Prince_ENS
