Right now, I don’t know my reason for living. If it were for my family, for my friends or for that special someone whom I haven’t met yet, that I am not aware. Days just pass by me. With no definite reason for breathing. I am my usually jolly self, but I can’t put myself together. My former interests have already faded. Anime? Witchcarft? Make-ups? Nail Polish? Material things? No. Not anymore. My only friends are paper, penm and music. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I believe in. I’m 19 and I’m ready. For whatever. I don’t even know what I fear. Someday, I’m going to get a grip of me, an dby then I’ll know what I’m living for.