Dear Kurt, 

I guess I'm just a lost soul. I'm ruining my life and I can't avoid it. Maybe we're all mad and we try to hide it from each other - but, the thing is, you can't pretend forever. It's just to easy to put a smile to pretend everything is fine... And people have a huge tendency to never notice anything until it's obviously exposed. 

I don't know. People have their own masks. Some use their job and the stress that comes out of it. Some blame it on a small problem from their daily life. But you see, these things are just an excuse. No one is, in fact, safe in this world. Because we can't run away from ourselves.

Some people use their beliefs, their religion and origins. Others throw it out on a damaged marriage or a difficult child. But it's never about someone or something else. It's always about ourselves. Every problem we put in front of us is a reflection of ourselves. We are the problem. And we need to solve ourselves. But you see, I guess Maths is easier than this damaged soul of mine.I don't know the person I became. I mean, I don't even know the person I used to be. I never knew myself and this is where the problem started. 

But, what I surely know is that I happened to be a observer. I see things. I see a lot of things, indeed. And talking is not as necessary now as it used to be... I just keep quiet about these things and I guess this is the best decision I've ever took, for people would be horrified if they penetrated my mind. 

You see, normal people are not like this. Freak - that's it. I'm a freak. And all I crave is to be rescued.

Please.

«Peace, love, empathy.»