Marc Levy. Seven days of creation (№ 42736)

With you done this before: you think you're destined loneliness that room where you sit locked up, unravelling, that your clothes are dilapidated in one night that all the mirrors are reflecting your grief, the only audience which is you, you bad, are you sure, that no one likes you and that you don't like that all this emptiness is the nothingness of your own imagination?