Dragging my drugged self out of my cocoon, I headed towards the train station. I felt a sense of remorse with each step I took, kind of like a brick weighing down on my heart. However, I  knew I couldn't stay a coward forever, so I kept taking the painful baby step until I reached my destination. It was then that I realized how old it had become. What used to be so new had turned rusty and worn down, even though it was the very place where I had thrown my passion and pride onto. I had hoped that maybe I could find the reason for my existence. Really, I was most likely wishful thinking. In a world where there are only lies and deceit, how could I have possibly thought I could find love in such a place?