when i was 15 i used to sit on the bathroom floor just to feel the echo of my voice going all around my head.

that bathroom floor was the one and only place i had to be myself, that weird person that nobody likes.

that little place behind the door, where my mom used to put the loundry, was the only spot in the whole entire world i could do as i wanted.

i remember i used to talk to imaginary people in my head, i used to tell the all those things i couldnt say because i was such a nice girl.

i remember i used to spend most of my time enclosed in that white bathroom, listening the water of the shower hitting the floor in vain. watching the only little window on the top of the wall.

so many times i wanted to run away through that little window.
so many times i tried to escape.

i was so happy.

haha.

almost 15 years later, just today, i went to wash my hands and i found myself in the mirror, my face was sad, my eyes where tired and that stupid mask was about to fall down.

so i closed the door and sat on the floor.