In our s, most of them silent, neglected, and I'm in the wrong place. What's the use of singing to deaf people? This is my point of view. I seem strange sometimes, I seem gloomy sometimes, but I'm okay. I talk a lot to myself about things I can't change and about impossible things I have to do. Some are hopes, some are wishes. In all cases, we must dream. A person without a dream, without ambition, without goals, is worthless. I realized that a person gets used to loneliness, gets used to sadnes