Breaking up has never been as easy as starting a relationship. The pain feels like spikes piercing through my veins, reminding me that I’m truly alive. I’m not dead yet, and I’m feeling every ounce of this pain as I am brutally punished for loving a person so much. Life is precious, undoubtedly a gift from the universe. However, the agony of feeling like an outcast fills me with hatred and sends me on a ride where nothing makes sense, no words, no preaching, no activities, just nothing. I’m doubting my existence. This feeling is the worst, a curse of being human.