The sadness I felt at your relinquishment of our beautiful breast-themed conversation was at once surreal and completely real. Although the emotions I felt were genuine, I had never been prepared for such strong feelings--ones which I didn't think I could ever feel with such strength. For a long time, all I did was cry. Cry at the disbelief you would abandon me like this, cry at the lack of answer when I scream out "WHY?" to no one in particular, cry at the feeling of loneliness I felt at every moment, cry even more at my own crying reflection every time I look in the mirror. And eventually, I guess I just ran out of tears. Like a river that's run dry, I can't cry any more. My emotions stay here, inside me, forever being a steel weight in my heart that galls me and hampers my every movement and every success. No longer will little pieces of my tortured soul drip out of my eyes like grease from a pig's mouth; alas, now I am truly alone, as the outside world cannot even see my miserable and downtrodden register. As soon as I stopped crying, my family thought I was happy. They were happy that I was happy and even had a celebration in my honour. How could I spoil their fun? How could I break it to them that I'm not happy? I'll never be happy. But I don't need to be a burden to those around me. I let them have their moment, knowing inside that without even sympathisers, let alone friends or even acquaintances, I am truly alone.