Do you know what it is like to stare into the endless pit of possibilities but nothing seems to fit the mold. Everything I had worked for, all those friendships, time put into my education all gone just because of one person. That emptiness within as I cry myself to sleep every single night. The only form of comfort was from non-living and artificial things that gave only temporary comfort to one. Was I ever going to get up and face the world again? I guess that question was one I was never going to know the answer to till it happened?
To be so lost in such a wondering confusion made me question what I was doing all my life. I used to be such a closed of person. I only talked when I was asked something. I was what some would call antisocial or in other words, an introvert. However the way I saw it was, I preferred to observe others. I was not afraid to talk and neither was I a shy person. I guess it is how I perceived normalcy at that point of time.