Count from one to twenty-two, one, two, three, three, four, five, six, seven, eight times two sixteen plus six, twenty-two.
I try to figure out why I am me and why I am like this, why you break promises to the dead and why you take songs from the tombs for the living, why you like to kill after having no guilt, why you like to see me suffer even though you don't see me. I know that you know that I suffer and I suffer a lot. You must know that I want to come back, I want you to come back, 2 years have passed and I'm still here, 22 years will pass and I'll still be here.
Photography by Amanda Aura
I am someone who doesn't understand myself, but also doesn't want to hear in her mind why I am the way I am.