I don't know anything about myself, everything different since 2019.I never questioned how dead People are, but on 2019 I start realise that I'm already dead. I'm in love with Poem and Philosophy even tho I'm mot master it, each words are different from everyone. The meaning change for everyone who reads it, and some understand what the creator means it, it's like an I'm going to write some Journal maybe? English isn't my first language so if my grammar wrong or I spell it wrong I'm sorry please correct it for me would you? Or is there no one good in this world left? Who knows?.  Anyway, I'm going to talk anything that I have inside my brain, it's pure what it is, I didn't mean to bother or offense someone, if you offended then I'm sorry.