That feeling when your world just becomes too heavy for you to carry and there is no shoulder to lean on.
People say that leaving the ones that they love is the hardest things to do and when distance exists, you get too anxious ‘cos you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or not.
Well, they’re wrong. Leaving for the second times is much harder. Because you knew you have to do it all over again when maybe you just don’t have as much curiosity as the first time. And you know what, when you’ve figured it all out and how tough it can be for your little shoulder to carry on.. you just feel like giving up and quit. Oh, how easily it is to be a quitter in the middle of ignorant world.