So far, most people who took my sister's quiz got the question on how to describe me.
Hint: What is one thing that people believe that they can live without, but once experiencing it, they keep searching for it aimlessly for the rest of their lives?

I am searching. I have hiked the spiky mountains littered with jagged rocks. My feet have been punctured. Yet, I don't want to reach the next mountain and see that there is absolutely nothing on the other side.

It's the part where I am forced to realize that he didn't feel the emotions that I thought he did. That is the worst thing of all. To believe that there was such thing as joy.

It's been more than a month. They say it takes double the time you were together to heal. Or was it the time you knew him?
I am getting to know Linda and Emily, my future roommates. (Lest the Xing thingie. Disappointments occur in life, but I am still a friend. Unlike some people.) The way I describe him now is "he got mean!"