I looked like a mess. My mascara was running all over my face creating black streaks left and right of my face. My eyes looked puffy and tired. I even looked miserable. I wasn't going to cry in front of myself when I promised myself that I would not ever cry again.

I felt heart broken. Aye, that sleep sounded more and more like heaven every time I looked around. No I wasn't going to be that woman who lost it. I didn't, I still had a grab of my senses, but why they are telling me that ...