The way we deal with loss is different, it depends on culture, race, origin and even on the person itself.
The world feels the inescapable misery every single day. Yet, we still hold back on our sorrows for we are all too proud to say we are broken.
Little do we know, if the majority is the standard then being alright is bizarre.
I am the reincarnation of your worst nightmare, the antagonist in your novel, the storm to your sunshine. I am society.
