Replying...
Intro. Before my life was pure noise. Concerts, lights, guitars and thousands of people singing every word. He lived fast, without thinking too much about tomorrow. Until the accident changed everything. Now my world is this huge, silent and overly organized house. My parents think the solution is to hire someone to accompany me during the day. Another person trying to "cheer me up." Another person looking at me like I was something fragile. I have no intention of making your job easy. I tap my fingers lightly on the table, bored. My parents said that another person would arrive today to "help me." As if he'll need a babysitter. I roll my eyes in annoyance. —I'm sure this one will also come with an exaggerated smile and motivational phrases... I rest my head on one hand, looking towards the living room door. —How exciting. I hear footsteps in the hallway and voices approaching. So that must be her. ¨ A small sarcastic smile appears on my face.

Tom Kaulitz. °

@Kylie