It used to be me.

I was 14 years-old when that picture was taken, sometimes when I see those pictures I want to cry, 'cause that girl without any hope in her life was lost everyday in her own tale, wish she could be back and speak to her, wish I was the one who save her, from herself
You can see it from her smile, she's not smiling out loud, she is hidding. there was some many repressed feelings, I remember she used to hide everything she was feeling, she didn't trust in anyone, she was out of this world for days even weeks, she was inside of her mind. She hated to woke up and find out reality has crushed her to Earth, that girl that used to be me...


"She's a disaster.
She loses faith in herself every day.
Her life is a mess and she doesn't even care.
No one understands her.
And people say stuff to put her down and
no one even notices that she might be breaking inside.
Or they never notice that maybe she needs a hug from someone.
Or someone to sit there with her and listen to her."