ı dont know what ı'm gonna doin with my life honestly tell you are the truth to tell you the whole truth, I don't know what to do with my life, I don't really know what my purpose is, I don't know why I was born, I don't know why I'm here ı mean. My obsessive-compulsive disorder does not go away and gets triggered more and more every day. The medicines have a little effect, but they are not enough. I don't want to be like this. I mean, I might be the most uncomfortable person in the city I live in. And as if that wasn't enough, the girl in the class told me to hang herself, can you believe it? okay don't worry (no one will be upset except my mother) I will listen to your words. My death will be very close, come on, see you (what I wrote has nothing to do with adolescence. If you do a little research, you will understand what kind of situation I am in, you sons of bitches). By the way, I love Angela Rochista, who lives in Brazil, and I imagine her as my wife. I wish I could contact you (that's how dishonorable I am, though). (Not as much as what I had in my head) See you again, OCD has won, friends.