I would spend most of my weekend alone in my room. Listening to music and constantly thinking about life. I knew that wasn't healthy. I knew locking myself away from others wasn't good. But I had no other choice. I was fascinated by the universe and the outer space. Why you might ask. Well that's simple. The fact that you don't know what is out there, fascinates me in every way. A while back in school we talked about the galaxy and ever since I have been impressed by it. Why that is important, well you'll find out later. I spend my time thinking alot about different things. Alot of people say they have no purpose. But that's not true. We all have our purpose. We may not know what it exactly is. But eventually we will figure it out and everything will be clear. People say they don't want to wait or that there isn't anything out there. Waiting is part of life. Our time will come. We are some where lost in the universe but someone out there is  intrigued by us in every way. But you know, we may not know when someone is really interested in us. It takes time sometimes. What really messes me up is the fact that people promise each other that they won't ever leave each other. When in the end that was just a big lie and someone leaves that person all alone. See it like this, if they really wanted you they would have tried and not given up. That just means maybe that person wasn't meant for you and that you will find that special someone. That may seem harsh but sometimes we have to be harsh in life in order to get somewhere. We all think we are alone but we aren't, there are actually many people out there who feel the same way about life as we do. I like going out and having fun with my friends but lately it just doesn't seem right. I can't stop thinking about these things. It messes with my head. My friends don't have time for me anymore. They act like they care but they really don't. It's all just an act. After I met him I was slowly getting better. I thought I was. But I wasn't. I would relapse and I would have to start all over again. I thought he was fixing me but he was breaking me. He always said I wasn't broken or that I could never break. I always doubted that. He tapped on glass too much that it broke.

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Each chapter is a reminder that you are worth it and that there is someone who cares even if you think there isn't. I do and many people do. Stay alive