I have a knife stuck in my throat.

I walk alone in this world, not because I have to, but because I want to. Her words slowly puncture my skin. The pain goes straight through until it hits my heart like never before. Tears start streaming, and I can’t seem to make them stop. I think to myself, ‘It would’ve been better if I didn’t have to depend on anyone to comfort me.’ The dream of me being independent went down the drain when she stepped into my life. Now I can’t seem to let go, but the sad truth is that one day I have to. I learned a lesson. I can’t walk holding anyone’s hand. I’m scared of doing anything on my own, just like everyone else is. So I’d rather walk behind the individuals who claim they are the loneliest. We’re all alone in this world. Would we be alone in the next? Regardless, I’m trying my best to prepare myself. I’m going shopping for comfy shoes because it’s going to be a long walk!