If I presented my life in a form of a book, each page would be drenched in tears. Each chapter would tell you a story of my misfortune and pain. But how do I write down these events, if it only continues to bring me sorrow? When will my eyes run dry because it's getting harder and harder to breathe. I don't know when to let someone in and I don't know how to let someone go. Because each time someone leaves, it feels like they're taking away another part of me.