My Perfect World

“Sometimes I think that being alone is better than being surrounded by people. After all, I don’t need to give satisfaction to myself. I don’t need my aproval. I only need my room, my phones and my books. The rest is profit.

The only one you that can understand me is me.

People think that they understand me, but nobody really gets the other person.

It doesn’t matter how much we try, no one is going to be satisfied.

Everything desapears, even with people nearby.

Nobody knows what frightnens me, what makes me bad.

Sometimes I feel in a suicide, another complicated suicide.

Burn, burn everything. I don’t care anymore!

I cut myself, cutted myself to another world, a world where my phisycal pain takes over my psychologic pain. To another complicated suicide.

This is my world. I will let it burn, if it's the right thing for me.

It's the same thing now, it's the same thing as before. This is my world, my suicidal world. My perfect little world.”