Smoke clears out of the sky. I rise from the ground and start to cry. People become very mean every second as the day goes by. Sometimes, I feel like I’m going to die. Other times, I feel like I should just be emotionless. That way, no one can say anything to me. Also, love is hard. It’s like being charged an extra fee. Breakups happen to me very often and never found out what caused it. I wish that I could become another person....