About the book: year / My whole story is a dark web of lies in which I am drowning, as if in a dark abyss of fear and despair. And no one can get me out of it, because, fortunately, no one will ever know the truth. Why? Because even I don't know her. Pretending to be a normal person does not mean actually being normal. It seemed to me that if I pretended that I was not me at all, then everything would work out. I was wrong. Because someone already knows who I really am. If I stop, I'll die.