We live in this world: we believe in love until the grave... that people change, and time heals. We say that we are looking for “someone with whom forever... happily ever after,” but in reality, we just need another reason for pity. We tell ourselves and others: “I have changed.” And someone like me will grin: “You just changed your mask.” No, I’m not better than others. I make the same mistakes as billions of people before me. For example, I don’t listen to other people’s advice... “If I’m not strong, they’ll bend me, they’ll put me on my knees,” I said. “If you fail to bend, they’ll break you,” they answered me. Life taught me to pretend. Death taught me to remain myself without opening up to others. After all, the rest of the world has absolutely no need to know what is going on behind the white porcelain mask. Under the mask of a doll, with frozen indifference and a painted smile