As I look at the album in front of me I realize myself looking at a completely different person and not the same one that I see in the mirror every day. They are so different that one is laughing her heart out while the other can't even open her heart up to anyone. One that smiles like everything is alright while the other smiles hoping that everything would be alright. But both of them are the same outside the only thing that is changed is the inside. Both of them are me. I am them. But that day changed my life and I am never the same anymore.
I do not know who I am anymore. It's like all my feeling is shrunk and lost somewhere. I don't feel anything anymore all I feel is emptiness and hardness like my heart itself. I neither feel nor show different emotions as I used to. Everything is so lost just like I am.
That day killed were not only my parents but for me as well. They lost themselves while I am lost, my soul. I feel dead at heart. So lost. I always wish for them to come back and bring my lost and shrunk feeling back to me. But it's not easy to feel anything or anyone again for I am scared of losing again.