"I'm nothing. Is life even worth living?"

Those just might be the most spoken words by depressed people. I'm not depressed though, I swear. I might be approaching the blurry edge of depression, but I have a rope to hold me back. Or do I? I tried to stay as an introvert, but you brought me out from my shell. And now that I'm in this bright world, I have nothing to keep me stable except for you. Now, what if you leave? Will I just be left alone? Like a snail without its shell? Broken and tattered pieces of my soul will waft around space, searching for a home. But there is nowhere to stay, nowhere to hitch my soul onto. So what will become of me? I don't exactly know. All I know is that I'll attempt to survive by myself, alone in my house, with no one to keep me company. It's a lonely life, isn't it?