I realized I was falling into a well where everything was uncertain and terrifying. Now here I am, locked inside a fear that bathes my face, hair, and thoughts. And in it, I lose myself. Try to understand: it is not fear of others. I don't care about others. It is not fear of God. I do not believe in God. It is not fear of pain. I am not afraid of pain. It is fear of you, of the chance that has torn you from nothing, to hook you to my belly. I have never been ready to welcome you, even though I have waited a long time for you. I've always asked myself the terrible question: what if you didn't like being born? And if you scold me one day shouting "who asked you to bring me into the world, why did you put me in, why?" Life is such a chore, baby.