10 years old, maybe 16 when you start drawing your own path. Hhh! What a ridiculous path, there is sometimes you find youself on the edge of a hole, while you falling you discovered that no one pushing you, you make the decision to take the last step and Oops you fall . "There is nothing to do" this phrase is a rope that every failure stuck in, to stop blaming himself and he/she knows that isn't right. But there is nothing to do, where is the end? What is my role in this world? I didnt achieve the smallest dream of my life, i didnt get the chance to do. I hate these walls, I hate this room, I hate this country, I hate myself . When it will end, maybe i should end it by myself, maybe this is my destiny

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