If...

If I did it wrong?

If I don't like them?

If they talk about me?

If, if, if...

All begins with a few bad years in your preadolescent life. When you have started secundary school, you finally dicovered that all that was a fake, Then, you rebuild your life with that little dignity but with people who makes you how you are. And finally you're fine.

Though, somedays you feel like shit, only because you are shy, nervous, weak and the past marked you forever. You cry and they care about you. It makes you feel worst.

Crying in front of your mates when you know that there aren't reasons for it's terrible. Niether you know the why of your cry. Later, people came trying to make you feel good -sometimes their try fail.
One day, someone said to you: "Your cry is your hedge for when you have to take all your feeling. Like a bomb".

EXPRES YOURSELF, EXPLODE, CRY, SHOUT.

Then, smiles, hugs, and love will come to you energizer.