Prologue

I looked to myself, my clothes were in ruins and had dust and dirt in every place, my hair was a mess that some could say i had attained it from being caught in a hurricane, and my emotional self, well i was destroyed, beyond emotions, beyond anything. Returning back to my grief stricken heart, one that had suffered so much, but yet kept beating against all odds. The thought was in my mind since the moment my heart stopped feeling, the moment that nothing mattered anymore. I had lost so much in my battle against myself and the world, but i knew that i had to fight for what i wanted. Even though giving up seemed so safe and easy, seemed like the only way for me to ever experience happiness again. these reasons made me want to give up but i knew thats not what my life was about. To live is to suffer, to love, and to suffer again; without any hardships why would someone want to strive to do better, want to learn from their mistakes. If they had none, only by living through bad memories and horrible moments in life that have only destroyed, can you really love what you have in front of you, can you appreciate the mistakes that you have in your life and by experiencing these problems can you overcome them. As the minutes ticked on, the thoughts of what happened engulfed my mind for the thousandth time, i had to experience one of the most difficult things in my life, watching my heart shatter before me, never knowing if i would ever recover....