I'm not the one who I want to become, I'm not the one who they told that I must be. I'm a bunch of actions that collide with everything that is just fine. I'm the one who wakes up in the morning just to shut the alarm and get back to the safety of my pillow.
Good parents, good friends, good childhood, good demons, good companies. At some point, I broke myself and it looks that there's no way to fix me.
The only thing I know for sure: the dice were thrown. ¿Is this my lucky number seven?