This is my story. Mine. Not yours. Not his. Not hers. Totally mine. Don't you dare to even think that it is similar to yours, or hers, or his. Because I wouldn't believe you.

I would never believe you. I don't believe in anything. I don't believe in anyone. But myself. I am the only reason I am still alive. I am my only friend, my only mentor, my only love.

Love. 

A blissful act of giving selflessly. And I shower myself with immeasurable love, with every breath that I take. With every sight that I see, and every sound that I hear, I fall more and more in love with me. Because I have an ultimate dependency on myself. My strength.

I was once told that once you have gone through the worst, nothing can ever stop you from achieving anything. And I, I have been there, to the lowest of low, and the bottom of all bottoms. 

And when I was there, there were no other souls around.