A fictional character once said
"I don't know what I was seeking. I don't know what I had hoped to find. When you waste away to a point where there's nothing left, that's when you find truth. When the clouds of desire are swept away by the cleansing wind of suffering, that's when
you see clearest. But can you let go all that you cherish? For everything will be destroyed. Both joy and despair. And even if
you do this, will it save you?
No one knows.
You will never find yourself. You can only create that which is to be yours. Why are you afraid? Because my hands are unsteady
and my mind is ill. I can't change, I don't know how.
Just as well. A moment of happiness isn't meaning. It feels shallow to me. But I don't know any other way."

I wrote a big text in english about me, it was too big and deleted it. I will keep it simple. I am a horrible hateful person, please stay away from me because I am a time bomb ready to be exploded.

Also Kevin.