Hello! This note is sad because it is about me. I'm twenty-three years old and am very tired. I don't know why I'm writing this text, maybe for practice, nor do I know what to write about. Well, I have mental disorders: schizotypal disorder and depression. I take medicines to be normal, but I'm not normal. Maybe, I'm half normal. I'm often sad. I have no friends. I'm lonely. Sometimes I think that I don't exist. I don't have money for psychotherapy. I don't have parents. My mom was sick with HIV. She died from AIDS. My father died from illegal drugs.
I live with my sister. She has three daughters and her husband has two daughters. Five children. It is too many. I have a dog. His name is Richik. He is nine years old. I worry that he will die. I love him so much. I'm too tired to write. I'm sorry, and thank you for read it. Goodbye.