Hi, my name is Christopher, and this is my story, maybe It's just like yours, or maybe it isn't. We might not have anything in common, but, we may be very similar and have questions without answers. I'm sure we are both constatly hunted by our past. Although we may not, I don't think I'm like you, my shy friend, invisible in the crowd, addicted to be an addict. In the end, it doesn't matter whom I look like, or who I truly am. What you have in your hands is my journal and it is welcoming you to live inside of a "MAYBE," and to fall in love as much as to end up ignoring it. Life introduced her to me, to show me my desire of living through her eyes. Everything started in May, but I can't tell you what day is today. I'd like to welcome you to my life, filled with excess and fun. I invite you to a world merged with crisis, and to a life filled with music, concerts and poetry.
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