Isn’t there a limit to the pain that humans can feel? Is the deity above so apathetic that he allows the building of these heavy burdened emotions to the point where one feels absolutely hopeless? Even among the company of friends, it’s as if I am alone. Their faces are blurred, and the only clear thing that I see is the empty night sky or perhaps a lone star. Maybe I’m that star. Maybe it captures me so well that I desperately sympathize with an inanimate object. It’s as if I am no longer a human, but a lifeless shell of who I used to be.

It’s just too much. I know I’ll make it through sometime. I mean, hope is all I have left and I have no choice but to keep on hoping. To keep on striving for a brighter day. Because I can’t keep on being that lone star. I need the radiance of the night sky.