I had been living a depressive life back in Berlin for most of my life. I stood infront of that road, knowing where it ended, before walking it. It was back to sleepless nights, no food, depression, thoughts of suicide. Deep inside, the dream lived on; as it always will. I felt cold; school was everything else, but where I wanted to be at that moment; at that day. ~ and though I didn't want to talk to anyone at that time, many people talked to me. I was crushed. My Life: what life? All my dreams, my world, my everything had been torn apart with words and there was nothing I could have done. The reason I stood away from her that day was because I knew I couldn't bare to be around her; knowing she's unreachable for me. I, once again, got homesick; wanted to break off the exchange program; I knew how much she had grown to my heart. All I wanted was to be there for her, be with her. At home I begain to cry. I just let it all go and cried on and on.