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Hello, this is my first story. 

You do not need to know my name, it is not necessary. Let's say I'm a stranger. 

Well, that sounds good. 

Throughout the chapters - which will not be so long - you will know me better. I'm not a boy or a girl, no matter how old I am, I'm just ... someone. Someone who has a wonderful life but does not feel comfortable with it.

I'm ungrateful.

But who is not? Sometimes I do not think I deserve the things I own, and sometimes I wonder when they work. 

I mean ... it's not as if only bad things have happened in my life. Sometimes, yes, but not enough to make me feel strange. 

Have you ever felt like that? Like when someone is cool with you for no reason, and you feel completely ... lost? You wonder; Why was so cool?

Maybe it's because we ourselves are not usually cool, or we are accustomed to seeing people doing evil things ... so by witnessing kindness, it seems too strange.

I'm used to hearing sayings like: Bad things happen to good people. And when good things happen to me, I wonder ... am I a bad person?

Maybe I deserved it, maybe I've struggled to be good at something, but it's never enough.

It's as if something is missing.