I have been in Tunis for almost two weeks and I couldn’t have enough time to write down some thoughts on my blog. Actually, I haven’t anything special to speak about, just that same old story, and I’m fed up with it. In two weeks, one could do so much things but I didn’t. I just made a new friend (C…) really different from the others. I think we’ve got enough similarities and that should be why we became good friends in such a short period. He’s different because he’s depressive, as I am. We spent a lot of time speaking about ourselves and our unrests; it was so hard for me because I couldn’t express myself easily. We were missing school since we didn’t sleep at night and I’m crazy about that. We tried to help each other but there was nothing to do. Honestly, C… tried more then I did because he’s good at hiding his unrest and I think he is feeling calm this period; I just wanna thank him for being so kind with me. Now, I realize that it is nonsense to expect someone to save me from what I’m, or someone to bring sense to my life. In other words, neither friendship nor love could make me feel better. A friend can’t bring a goal in my life; he can’t make me feel comfort with myself. I used to think that a girl could do it by giving me all the love that I need but it was wrong. I can’t play seduction games anymore and that’s why I lost my butterfly. People can’t do anything for me, and even if they did, it won’t be so helpful. I am sure now that the revival is gonna happen because I’m going to bring the solution from the inside. Last time, I spoke about the therapy and today I told my mother about it. She was crying her depressive son but she seemed to understand the situation. Thanks mom. I really need your support. Now what? I got to call the surgery to fix a date for my consultation… I hope I’ll do it for soon. I am afraid.