I love to be alone because I find comfort in loneliness.

So tired of being nonchalant about life.

But I can't possibly break down now, can I ?

A brave front for too long sometimes I get confused. Which one is the real me?

When will I ever find a meaning to life again?
The last purpose I had, is gone. So is there anything that will be there to see me stand again?

Falling again; too quickly. Is it just me? Mentally too weak? Or its just my cruel fate that don't allow me to grab on to happiness.

I need answers. But really. I don't know where to find them anymore. Because all that I depended on, disappeared. Just like that.