I'm drowning.
I cannot breath.
I try to get up.
I fight.
I try to shout, but if I open my mouth...
I die.
I look at myself.
People see me as perfect.
Why do I then hate myself so much?
Why can't I look at myself joyfully?
Why don't I love myself?
Life is dark.
I try to find the light.
Every time I find the light, it disappears.
My destiny is not to find the light.
I was created to live in the darkness.
I play a serious game with myself.
Every time I lift a card with which I can win...
I always lose.
They say that life has ups and downs.
In my opinion life is a card game.
When you lift a wrong card, you lose.
You mourn and fall to the ground.
When you lift a winner card, you win.
You get up and you are delighted!
Life is just a game.
She said: "Be wise and lift the winner cards."
