It's hard. Oh fuck damn it is so hard to leave your life on the past. Leaving by your own and in the solitude makes you survive for pleasure. The cigarette is your new best friend now and its funny to say this because it is killing you. Like love, it kills you but you like it. Yes... It is hard to leave your country, your friends and your life in one second, in one decision. It's hard to leave your comfort zone. You want sometimes kill yourself because you think is the end of the damn world. But it is not. Sometimes humans are so magnificent that they shine when they feel dark, they only keep going through all the depression. It is so fucking hard because sometimes you don't know how strong you are, till stay strong is the only option you have.