Yes, I am tired… so tired that I could not be able to move a muscle. That I thought I would not feel any pain, but I guess, I am still a human. After turning my heart into stones, after, tearing my chest open, why am I still the one crying? I can’t believe this. I know… I should not be like this. But how am I supposed to do that if I see myself shattered in pieces.

I haven’t been asleep for a week; I’ve been up all night to make my work done in time. Why didn’t they notice that I am too busy to be bothered, while all they do is laugh and laugh none stop, watching gag shows?

I am lonely. I am just hiding inside the shell and now slowly it rots and here my true form will soon be revealed. Someone should save me from being exposed. Because the more they see my true form, the more I get isolated. The lonelinest is increasing and slowly eating me up. I am holding on a tiny and unsteady rope, swinging above the darkness of the cliff. My tears are slowly falling and I want to let go.