You can’t afford to crumble, to break into pieces so small that you suddenly become invisible. You can tell yourself that you are not alone; that you can make it through by holding on to your combined hope. But that clammy clasp made of dreams and desires won’t help you fall asleep. It won’t light up the dark room where lie your sealed thoughts. Only your own personal resilience is able to that. If you can’t spring back into shape after being contorted in the most wounding of positions by yourself then how will you be able to effortless push out the words you need to hear when everyone leaves? I don’t mean that it’s better to be alone, not at all. I only wish to show you why I believe that in the end you can’t constantly rely on someone else because sometimes that someone just never comes to your rescue no matter how hard you hope.