Once, I thought that I would never know how strong I was, until one day, I had no choice but to be strong. So, I ate alone, traveled alone, and walked around alone. I read books by myself, listen to music by myself, and write letters and talk by myself. I like to live in my own world. I like to listen to a song and then repeat it. I like to write a paragraph and then feel sad in silence. I like the dark night, I like to sit in the dark and let my thoughts drift away. I like sadness and being alone quietly. I have become accustomed to silence, loneliness, and the insecurity of being alone.