So often I have to tell things I don't mean and be who I am not. This very moment I would like to cry, but how can I. Fear of losing the only place here, in Volos, forces my tears away. The pressure comes from the closest ones. He claims to be my friend, but don't allow my tears. What is left if I can not even cry.
It is raining in my heart.
...he touches me..no!...again...no!...again...no!..