My big problem has always been feeling too much. Waves turn into tissunamis, breezes into hurricanes. I suffer in anticipation, I die before I get shot. I always cared too much, and showed too little, I always contained everything inside me, nobody understands me, almost nobody cares. I am saddened by banality, I am disappointed with useless things, but I never considered myself a weak person. I never liked to cry, especially when the reason for my tears is what someone did, or for what she didn't do. I was never easy to cry, I always swallowed the pain dry. I have always considered myself strong, because strong are those who suffer in silence, those who transform pain into smiles.