Dear Ester

There is nothing perfect... So, what can we do to make it better? There is nothing best to make me feel better. How could they understand mind if I can't understand mine? And now,let the time make it worse, because I can't make it better like you try to do. So bad to know that I couldn't be better. Give the attention to more warning, just blinding the story and how my imaging throw away my logocal and no one can save my mind along the straw, long down deep in the bleeding save the mourning jack. What should I do to save myself from his power? To make me have a little bit convidence to make a way between us. So I can understand how far distant about us...