I was found in my room surrounded by liquor bottles. I was on the floor not being able to feel a single emotion. I was empty. Just like the fourth liquor bottle I had in my hand. And just like the piece of paper that laid on the floor. He came and asked me if that was the way to forget him. I replied with 'No darling, that's the way I like to forget about myself.'

It was spring, my favorite season.
The trees gathered their color from when the winter took it away.
The flowers began to bloom, the colors yellow, and purple that hid with the grass .
The sun that shone bright, how the clouds stood the way they were late at night
The birds chirping happy to be back home after a long cold winter
Humid by morning, cloudy by noon, rainy by night were the days i was looking forward to.