My heart is full of worms. They have built a labyrinth, and I am lost. I used to have intense and thick feelings. But they did not allow me to go out, to work, to get up of my bed. Maybe it is better in this way. Maybe the only trick to be a person it is not to have anything inside. Being only skin and eyes. Run out until the last drop of energy to fall sleep, to not to dream. I think this is really bad English anyway. I am too tired.