I still remember that one month that was my one of my most depressive, destructive and strangely inspiring moments in life. It consisted of lonely days of music, makeup, thinking too much and love. I had never felt so alone. My days were spent writing, drawing, pinning mirrors and drawings to trees, wishing time would go by faster.Music blaring out from the car as I lay in the sun. The nights consisted of me laying down on the truck, staring up at the sky with earphones in, just thinking;the feeling of loneliness stabbing at my chest.