I'm still unconfortable with all this.
About people who write and speak about this or about me.
It's like I finally fulfilled all my dreams (seeing you, meeting you, and being choosed for my video).
But, after all, I don't believe I made any
difference.
And this made me sad and empty.
I always thought that there was no difference between people, no matter what your job is or if you are famous or not.
So I wanted, most of all, to show that.
But I didn't. You didn't anything to upset me.
Actually you are probably the most kind and beautiful person I ever met and saw.
And it seems you are very gentle and delicate.
Like a wonderful and precious sheet of rice paper.
I really don't know why I feel like this.
An "emotional jam" in my stomach, like when you were dumped and you know is the best for you BOTH, but somehow you feel sorry, cause you faced the simple fact that also happy things have an end.
And, finally, this journalist who interviewed me. And he didn't understand a word about what i said.
Anyway, I don't care.
You don't care.
I'm trying to not thinking about this too much.
