Author's forword
But how am I supposed to know? How am I supposed to know who to be? How to be?
Life in this society is hard, being a teenager is hard. Boomer would say fucking teenagers drowning in self-pity. And it may be like that - Who knows?Who knows at least anything?
The only thing I know is that having sorrow is neither a sin, nor something you should be ashamed of. Feeling anxiety makes us strong, makes us prudent. Is helping us grow in this world. Things, our parents are accusing us for, are our strenghts. And we all feel it.
Read those pages with caution while accepting yourself - And your beautiful sins.
