I am not born with good looks, I can even say that I am young. I am anxious, sad and desperate, but when I think about giving up, I feel sad even for the rest of my life. So I come to you, and every step is marked with the despair of the previous second. I come to you, not the beauty of Snow White and the prince, not the fantasy of Cinderella and Prince Charming, only the scars that I have worked hard to climb out of the mud and the hope that finally comes.
Purpose: Without dreams, life is nothing but despair.