It's 10:08 PM. Alone and surrounded by the quiet ticking of a wall clock, my sweet heart felt burdened. Earlier today, I meticulously crafted high-quality invitations, carefully choosing words, colors, and fonts, hoping for some form of connection. My 20th birthday, a day meant for joy, left me isolated despite my efforts, leaving me heartbroken... on my own birthday. Again.

My tears, turning black from my make up filled my eyes as I sobbed into my hands. "But why?..."