At times you've no one around to be blamed for all the shit you have to go through in life. It's not always the mistake of the people of the world that you were not granted something you wished so bad to have. It's just not written for you. It's not as easy to feel as it sounds to hear this fact from your loved ones who're trying to console you or read anywhere on a paper, unless and until you're in those circumstances experiencing the thing you loved the most taken away from your hands. Every second feels like torture that you've never heard, never encountered, or experienced before.