I pretend he doesn’t exist, and he does the same with me.

“Nothing happens. And by that I mean nothing.”

“I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I…”

“Most people don’t have shit… But paper and pencils are cheap, that’s why I draw.”

“No one answers. It feels as if I’m not there, as if I’m as invisible as the nic…”