And when the moon started to shine and the wind started blowing melancholily, thats when the time the girl ponder upon life and how she had fucked up so much. Slowly the thoughts began to eat her soul, leaving only her body and her wild toxic thoughts. Her soul wonders around trying to find the smallest chance of acceptance and happiness but all she could find was pain, sorrow and pure loneliness. And she began to realize that life isnt pathetic. She is. The most agonizing part of it is, she thought she started to heal. She thought she started to get better but wailfully, she was completely wrong. She was only distracted by life itself. She never was trully leaving her past miserable life behind. She was just pausing it for a moment. Pausing her trully lonely life at pause and choosing to play the part of her life that she knew she could never have. Her part of the life where all she did was laugh and be silly with her friends. Her part of the life where she is genuinely happy and full of life excitement and now, she needs to wake up and face the reality cause eventually, real life would always bite you in the ass to wake you up. Her story was tragic, but only to her. For others, her story was just another typical cliche breakup story but to her, its more than just that. The tragic part was not about the breakup moment nor how did the breakup happened but its the part where how she live her life after the breakup and how she manage to find the truth behind all the lies without even trying to search or find out about it. Basically, life just give the truth to her in a silver platter. All set and ready to be devour. She knew she could never fully share her sorrow and her agonizing pain to others. She knew her story was only relevant and tragic to her. Her love runs deep in her vein. Her love runs deep in her soul. Her love runs deep in her blood. She knows nothing on how to unlove a person nor how to just get rid of the feelings. Day by day, she thought the love within her slowly dies but the truth is, the love inside of her was just hiding behind all the pain and the disappointment, never truly dies. She never did heal. She never did moved on. She never actually was okay. She was faking all of it hoping that slowly it changes to reality. Ouh how she wish. How she wish all of that pretending and being strong becomes her reality but deep down she knew everything was just lies. Everything was just fictitious.