Being alone is one of the hardest things one can ever be.

It makes you depressed.

It makes you sad.

It turns you into a desperated tool.

It makes you crave human contact so bad you gonna hug your pillow at night.

You will leave your TV on while falling asleep so that the loneliness doesn't become that acute.

You will stop caring to yourself.

Talking to cashiers at groceries stores will be the peak of your days.

You will get sick, eventually.

It will be so difficult that at some point you might consider ending it all.

You're going to slowly die and suffer, day after day.

You gonna ask Jesus why so heavy a cross.

It's gonna be bullshit.

You'll believe at some point that the pain will never end.

You'll think that it's gonna hurt forever.

But then one day...

Before you can realize what you came to become..

You'll wake up one morning and you will be happy.

You'll be singing at the shower.

You'll be laughing at some stupid TV show and posting on forums about how much you love that one particular character.

You gonna buy a dog and you're gonna have lots of fun with it.

Groceries will be just that, groceries shopping.

You'll realize you have died, only to be ressurected.

And you gonna be truly independent.

You're gonna be really strong.

And you're gonna thank God for that heavy a cross.