I lost many things in life,persons,my favourite things,maybe sometimes my reason to live on.But as per human nature,I moved on and learned to live again after mourning.I lived and kept living on,living,living,living,I noticed that I tend to forget that they even existed,even the toy I named which was my bestfriend or the closest person to me who had become a star in the sky.I keep learning new things each day now,new emotions bubble up,mostly sadness.But I think the emotion thats driving me is fear,I can't stop what I fear and that makes me incredibly sad.Losing anything right now,might seem like a win,but is it though.What if losing something around me gets lost after 5 years and I can't do anything about it.Its existence not being in my life sucks but its existence not being in the world makes it suck real bad.It makes it not existing real.And sometimes,I dont like things when they're real.I'm living and I will live on,it will hurt,a lot,in many ways that I will keep on searching for answers and find myself all over again.Maybe the things I lost tried to do their best to help me for the very last time.I'm living,for their sake,I am,for my sake,I am,I kept living and will do so.