Life's strange, sometimes interesting and almost always emotionally exhausting.
And it doesn't let you breathe, throwing you down on the ground. Making you realise that everything's a lie and nothing of what you love so much is real.
It shows you the portrait of yourself, crying solemnly, ripping your heart out of your chest in vain efforts to ease the pain that's already become the part of your soul.
And then you try to let go, try to forget, to wipe everything away. Just to be able to smile again, 'cause if you don't you won't last a day in this mad world.