Growing up

I lost my pencil once. Lost my bicycle, my camera, my laptop.....
Strangely enough the pain associated with all of them were more or less the same.

Where I belong I'm right.

I do not exist where I belong, I do not belong where I exist.




I don’t know where I am going, I don’t know if I would like to come back.

me to me

Your problem is you do not complain.