Stability or chaos?
That's the question. I sometimes ask my self “am i so different from the others?”. I can't find an identity, i can't find stability, i don't seem to find the rifht place, the right people. Something's missing. Something's wrong. Once, i found some stability; i were good at school, a boy considered me the center of his life, a girl considered me her sister; you may think “that's good. Weren't you happy?”. No i wasn't. I decided to return to chaos.

It's strange. I search for and reject stability, peace of mind. I search for and escape from love, search for an identity, that i then destroy; i would like to find my place, but i'm sure i would also like to fly away from it.