It has been ten months I lived with this misery. I still remember the terrible feelings when reading that piece of paper. Tears dropped every month. Hope is torn and dream felt apart.
Tonight I silently cry in the bathroom for hours and suddenly remember the first line of an old poem:
Tonight I can write the saddest lines...
I choose to give up. I choose to not carry anymore this hope, this dream, this heaviness of sorrow.
Only solitude remains.
Life never goes easy on me.
