I could say that I'm fine and I keep saying it, but it's not true. I'm falling apart. Because I don't understand what's happening in my head, my heart, my nights and my world. Everything seams to turn into darkness as they had never been a dream come true not so long ago from now. Inside of me, I'm drowning. Outside of me, I'm destroying everything. And I don't even know if I'm doing it intentionnely. All I know is that I'm not fine. I'm far from fine. I'm purshased by doubts, sickness and silence. I don't know how to deal with all this, so I cry. I cry all nights long. Sometime I take my cellphone... And I put it down because I don't know who to talk to. I don't know who I can call at 3:00 am just to say that I feel lonely, unhappy and that the world is becoming impossible to live in. I'm not good at life when it's wrong and now, it's worst than ever. Because the happiest girl in the world that I thought I was, happened to not be me. Because at this moment, I'm everything but happy. And I don't know if I want someone to catch me. I know that I'm being coward but sometimes, it's easier to fall and be hurt than to stand up and fight. I don't have the strenght to fight. I can't face myself. I can't face you. I can't face death.