I finally cried. It’s been five months since the last and between that time I’ve felt I lost myself. Don’t misunderstand the situation, I’m actually happy right now. I thought I’d never cry again, if there was anything sentimental relate my heart would lock up. Almost as if I wasn’t allowed to feel any emotions, it didn’t matter what it was. Whether it was a show, movie, or even family… I wouldn’t feel anything inside. I was just a walking corpse trying to blend in with the crowd but also avoiding everyone I came in contact with. I believe I’m ready to finally move on to the next chapter in my life. I’m ready to get hurt again.