When holding on is no longer an option for me. I should wait, a little bit more. Or maybe should I wait, and maybe not. When the only thing I need is to be heard, instead of to be fixed, instead of to be told, instead of to be ignored, when I tell something, everytime I’m admiring something, everytime I try to share what’s interesting for me, and that time also, you said, nothing, you said, I knew that, you said, what’s the point?, you said. Then I, will reach my own limit in accepting this.