We built a world so much around it, had so much belief and worked so unbelievably hard, gave so many sacrifices and put up with all the pain, spending so much time and building friendships… so much so that when everything came to an end… (even more so, an abrupt end..) I’m at a loss as to how to deal with it. I feel worse not being able to help those feeling the same way because I totally understand why they’re feeling like this. It’s just like last weekend, except that this time there is no incentive for us to pick ourselves back up fast. Regrets, angst, and depressing thoughts… When will this ever end?