Sometimes I realised I escape from situations and persons. I fear about depressed people, I’m not able to face that black tunnel and when I see it from distance I simply escape. There was a time I felt empathy so much towards problematic people, now I simply help from a limited distance, I’m not able anymore. I know really well what means. At the end you are always alone with yourself, only you can decide your future, you can lie to yourself, continuing say that life is againts you, but there is only an enemy of your serenity: it’s you. I’m not justify my uselessness, just explain why I choose to not be part of your falling.