I was shattered.

Bereft of life.

It was the twelfth day of February, the official worst day of my life.

But then again, February has always been a terrible month.

I'll never forget that day.

The day my world was destroyed.

It hadn't been particularly happy before then, but now there's nothing to be unhappy with.

The day my best friend shot herself.

The day the boy I love died inside at the sight of his girlfriend lying in a pool of her own blood.

The day that forever annihilated my facade of happiness.

Now I have nothing left to do but pick up the pieces.

Move on.

Let go.

But it's so hard...