Many years later, memories remain etched in my memory.
Every morning I got up with a ball in my stomach, I felt lonely, abandoned, I felt like everyone was watching me, judging me. I was sick regularly, it was all psychological. When I was not in class, I always wondered what he could say about me. Depressed by my depression at the age of 14, my overdrive always plunged me further into the darkness of my soul, into a world unsuited to my situation, with no one to understand me. I felt different, and everyone could remind me. Scrum, mockery, insults. Faced with this, gothism and metal had become my only refuges. I expressed my uneasiness on notebooks, writing, drawing. Still more withdrawn, I dream of going far, where I could finally live in peace.
