Today it hurts more than normal ...

The air in my lungs seems to be stealing little by little, the hopelessness takes over my body and begins to shake, I feel as if I am drowning without being under water. Today is another day in which I am dying, I die over and over again without stopping, I die as if it were a divine act repeated over and over again by a not very pious god.

I know it still hurts, but I must say that winter is coming and along with it, my time to say goodbye.

I decided to write these letters, three short letters, but letters that gave me time until winter.