But what if I'm a person without a tomorrow? Without a future?
I'm a person of the past, a past which no one is proud of.
What right do you have, to say that you will be with me tomorrow? What right do you have to interfere with my life?
All I want is to be alone, left alone to be with my thoughts. I'm from the past, I live in the past and I am the past.
Tomorrow is nothing but a facade, a nightmare hidden behind the facade of a dream.
*work of fiction*