You are starting to lose. I don’t want to think that you are incapable of doing anything but that’s what I see.
I hate being the one telling you this, but there’s no other person who’s going to help you but me. I know you more than anyone… Or do I?
I’ve lost track of you. You are lost in this labyrinth. You wear a mask that you wore so incredulously and perfectly that no one, even yourself, know who you truly are.
You are losing your dreams, your skills, your eye for beauty… You are losing yourself.
What is happening to you?
Apparently, my brother is into it. While cooking dinner (Nico being the ‘head chef’; and me being the ‘sous chef’), he kept on bugging me about it, going through the knock-knock-who’s-there starting line over and over again.
He is the most ridiculous, weirdest and corniest person I know. Man, but he was funny.
That was the most fun I got this week. :)