Her reaction was empty. She had no more energy left for emotions. Her blank eyes gazed at the picture, too tired to feel anything. Stop. That’s all she wanted, was for the world to just stop and give her time to breath. Give her time to take it all in, the continuous feeling of defeat and unhappiness. Every time life started to get better, it became worse than it was before. “What’s the point?” Nothing is going to get better. It’s easier to just give up and expect nothing to get better. Why set yourself up to be broken again?