So what's the point?

What's the point of being here?
Why do we have to wake up every morning to see what another day will bring?
How come we can be so happy one day and then have all that happiness completely knocked out of us and shattered on the floor into a million pieces the day after?
It all seems so unfair and cruel to me. They say that when you die, you either go to heaven or hell, but in a way, we are already there.
We can be in heaven one day, and hell the day after.

I've reached a point in my life where it's like… I don't care how long we have been friends for…. the moment you make me feel like shit, none of that matters and I'm out. Whoever is meant to be in my life will be and I'm not going to let myself get treated poorly.

Protecting myself emotionally > being in your life and allowing you to treat me like nothing.

PS. Your awaited new series is coming for y'all soon my loves! x