About being John Snow.

- I don't feel like doing this anymore!

- Doing what exactly?

- Well, all this. I felt like, not complete. Not good enough. Empty.

- Why?

- I felt alone all the time, it's killing me. And I'm just disappearing.

- What you mean?

- Well, I'm not talking anymore, not doing the things that I used to like, and I'm just in my routine. But in a sad routine. Feels like just breathing. Nothing besides that. 

- That's not good.

- I know... But at the same time I don't. I'm back to my own personal mess, the one that no one can understand. I try to be clear... but I can't make people seen me at all. I thought that could've my language and the fact that sometimes it's missing something, but even when I write it down, feels like doesn't makes any difference. I'm glade that I can understand all this, I just don't know where to start fixing. Or, if could be fixed. Anyways... it's just too hard sometimes... I've through a lot. Sometimes could've good having a support. 

- ... 

About not knowing.