When the days grew blurry and adulthood embraced me, I stepped into a world of exhaustion, confusion, fleeting happiness, shifting emotions, and sleepless nights. When no one offered me their shoulder, I began writing at an early age, searching for something to hold on to. But in the end, I taught myself not to witness it anymore. I bleed every day until i was a stick. But i still wrote & wrote because it was the only thing i could count onto. They say the one closest to you is the one you miss the most, for within them lie the deepest message s. Stay close, lovely readers.