I stopped what I started. I took a long time to realized that was the most important thing to me. And when it ended, I felt a part of me going away, destroying myself, chasing me. All my wishes and regrets were left for nobody, and now no one knows this part of me. I don’t know what exactly to do, my dreams and expectations fall into a unending dark hole. My fantasies are my only expeditions for now. “Don’t forget to smile”, I always say to myself, but no one gives a shit about that, so why should I? I’ll close my doors to my songs, I guess it is too tired of create things. I guess that not even writing these things, I will forget my complications. Emotions is something that we don’t choose. My insanities are extremes.