Chapter One : The Dark Days

I woke up today in a mood different from the rest of the days, as if my mind was absent from reality somehow surrounded by a fog. I needed a few minutes to return to reality and find out who I was. As every day I looked at the ceiling of my white flaps long as I saw him for the first time, my mind was strangely empty because of depression I was no longer like the old days, a life like a darkened room with a light moonlight, I felt for a moment I was completely paralyzed, I couldn't move, I couldn't think of anything like a strange force under my control, and it was so frightening. But with all these pressures, I still have a drop of hope, avoiding socialism.I never fought for my dreams. I thought I was creating a strong personality. But as time went by, I regret my stupid thinking. It was tiresy when you were alone. I was laughing at simple things, funny and boring, or living a fantasy story where I was a hero. The days went by, and it came to the best day of my life, and I was sitting on my phone like the rest of the days. Alone in my room, I knew someone who was like me in everything, alone antisocial, remorseful of some of the decisions I made, calm and depressed, and this person was a girl when we knew each other as if we were born again, words that ended and started another tale, stories of night and day of my life, from a black room to a light that was the best day of my life.