[Antoinekamel]

I am going to be brief. Mainly because this is the point in my story, and also because English is only my second language.

As an adolescent, I was perversive. With myself. I had depression, and I had it from breakfast to dinner, and in my dreams, too.

I blamed modern society. The bad people, the corrupted politicians. The sex thing in everywhere.

I passed without them, as if, without seeing, they would disappear.

I had my own ghosts. I lamented my life, my destiny, my depression. Internet was the vehicle to communicate the world of my attemped suicide. Did it help? No.

I don't know when it started to change. But I've become mainstream, little by little. I got the main route of the road, not the alternative trail. I didn't bother to use only Linux instead of the pervasive Windows. I deliberately don't chat with the people I chatted about things that nurtured my depression. I kindle to see someone I don't want to be, something I'm not anymore. I cared too much for attention, now I don't care to what I can't control. I was atheist and now thank Something for sunny days, for a respectful treatment in a public free service.

I still do believe in destiny. But destiny is not unchangeable.

I was the one to disagree of everything. Now I am the one who enjoys.