odi et amo, quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio, et excrucior.
I hate and I love, Why do I do this, perhaps you ask?
I do not know, but I feel it happening and I am tormented.
What is real? What is fantasy? Where is the line between them? Where do I live? in reality? in fantasy? Who is going to save you? No one but you...