When you wake up...

and find that you're all alone, with your pillow being stained by a few tears from last night, you know there must be something missing from your life.

You walk into the bathroom and check your reflection against the mirror; there are dark circles accompanying your eyes and your hair looks tangled. You turn on the tap and splash your face; the water feels cold against your skin and you stare at the sink for the sole purpose of doing something. Your stomach feels like it's been beaten up recently; you want to throw up but nothing comes up.

And then you wonder, like you always do; what is my main purpose in life? Why am I being forced into doing things I don't want to do? Why am I allowing myself to be forced?

What do I want, and why am I not getting it?

And when you search your brains for an answer, it comes to you, but from then you don't know how to continue.

Because in life, you just don't get the things that you want, and sometimes you don't get the one that you want most, and the realization sinks inside your soul and it sits there like a statue in the middle of a tiny shower. It blocks your path and you need someone to move it,

but you find that you're all alone. And then you remember that that's probably the reason why you have been crying anyway.