As I held my cheeks in my hands, wrinkles began to creep up my fingernails, and I began to sob.
I could no longer recognize my splendor in front of the mirror. I could no longer imagine the 19 years of being locked up that ended yesterday, nor could I cleanse myself of all the sins. When my mind began to clear up, I realized that it was all in vain.
I love myself too much, I love you too much, and I know how to fabricate facts too well. I don't admit that I am mentally ill, but the fact is that everything that happened in front of me seemed real. I almost couldn't remember who I was. I pretended that nothing had happened, so I was released.
But, did this really not happen? Is this really just my own world? Is there no one left? Do you believe it?