What do you do when your world is falling apart?  Slowly but surely the things you care about seem to be slipping out of reach and out of sight.  You would rather lay alone then do things that once made you happy.  You start to question the point of life.  Whether the only reason you’re alive is so that you can feel pain and so that the things you love can tear you apart piece by piece.  If there is a god he has left you, and no longer cares that you can’t bear the pain anymore.  You are dying inside and everyone seems to be blind to it.  And what do you do?  You go on smiling.