I have so many friends before a test in Ukrainian, Literature, German or English...
But I am also a living creature. There are minutes when talking to anyone is the only way to survive. Where are all people then? Where are they now? Definitely not with me.
I will not ask for help.
I'm a strong guy. And I kill all the pain by myself. I don't need help.
I'm talking to a photo, the only thing still looking at me... Does he see me? Real people don't.
Nobody? Perfect!
Nobody but me... Used to it. Nothing special. Existence passes by as usual. Through me. The already transparent me...