Day one

I think I need some space like this, and I'm not gonna help myself if I keep on denying it. I know very well how big is my hunger for attention and love, but I never give away the things I like of me. I never talk abous the places, the things I used to play with. I never talk about the places because they've been destroyed, and I fear that if I talk about them, people could ruin even their memory, which is the only thing I've got left. I can't talk about the things I've met because they've been so intimate with me, they would stop to exist if I share them with someone. I know they'd rather die.

Here I will talk, because this is a place out of reality, virtual space. Maybe the only potentially eternal thing in the world. Maybe if I place them here, they're gonna live forever even without me.