It was a late fall afternoon. Everything seems to fall apart for her lately. No more enthusiastic mornings, no more awake dreaming anymore. She uses to love herself, thinking that she was living the live she always wanted. She does not believe that she has to be living the live she wanted. Felling rebel against herself and her obsession of being in love with herself. “Please stop asking, do you still love me? Don’t have much to say, let’s speak in the morning Please don’t do this, I’m too far away” Then she hear it… that song.Feeling down but being rebel. Fighting against herself, letting the time pass by annoyed with everything, with everyone, with her own being. It´s, like the song,  a bittersweet moment. She still remember when she couldn’t feel a thing. When she thought she was depressed and fill her body with drugs and therapy. Still, she prefer it  like now. Bittersweet.