I was born in Rome in 1983 on a sunny day of May.
I didn't have a lot of friends at school because they wanted me to be like them so I tried to find a good friend in myself.
When I was 20,the day of my birthday,my life changed and all my dreams...they flow away. I realized that the only person who could save me from my pain was too busy to understand my bad bad bad bad situation,so I decided go on without his help. I made a lot of stupid things...a lot of mistakes.
Now I'm just trying to forget but maybe forgetting is not the way to find peace.
I think my life is going on without a real purpose but...I'm still searching for it.
If I find it...I'll let you know!!!

P.S I don't know why I wrote these words...but it's better than psycoanalysis!!!