When wind screams

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Walking in a dark and definitely dangerous alley of New York City I was just getting sure that I honestly didn't really like this city enough to stay in here for the rest of my life. Except parents and siblings I had nothing, I mean completely nothing, and even with them I didn't have good contact. That's why with plane ticket in my pocket I decided to go for a long, goodbye-walk.

I didn't have a boyfriend, friends or job that I would enjoy doing. Hell no. With my background nobody wanted to give me different job than Chief Representative for Interpersonal Matters. What means that I would have to sit whole day in a desk, in secured building, didn't even care about others because I would be their boss and I wouldn't even have to talk to them – I would have my own assistant for sure. I know that most of people would kill for this kind of job – great money, safe, stable... but I was just in a phase in my life where I wanted something more but I didn't exactly knew what was that. I knew that it wasn't job like that. As 25 years old I just didn't know what I wanted or what I could do or even if I actually wanted to do anything.

As a simple girl without any different problems than others for some reason I was feeling depressed. I lost sense of my life.

But... who would expect a depression from a half-angel? So I didn't tell anyone that I was sad all the time.