as i became older i started to get tired of this routine what am i doing this for? the only reason not to break is the rest of my family i wonder if they are feeling same for me but then one day when i was out in the town i noticed every one around is kind of happy i couldn't understand what is so great about this pointless life but then i met those who became my friends at first sight they understood there's something wrong with me so they tried to cheer me up, willing to help the days passed by, i started to see them more often after a while i realised my friendship is something strong enought to keep me afloat even with my heavy heart, heavy enough to sink everyone around me