Prologue

The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale that makes me want to sleep. Will being comatose would be nice? Maybe amnesia would be better. Atleast, I'm still breathing and can't remember anything at all. I want just everything get rid of this. These feelings and thoughts that are bothering and whispering in my mind ended me up asking, am I worthy to be loved? Is this life worth living?