“Have mercy on me!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, the image of my face plastered on the mirror makes my jaw clench.

This is the end…the end of life and the end of my love.

I loved writing, I loved making people laugh and giggle but…every story needs a full stop at the end, when no more word can continue.

It happened days ago, it happened hours ago, when my mind left me at home.

Couldn’t I just say “no” for the sake of my own?

My ink in pen will dry and I will not be able to safe it anymore.

I am leaving…forever.

I loved my life as a writer, but income wasn’t enough, I had to leave.

“Am I not enough for you?” The paper stared.

“Enough? You are…fullfiling in the eyes of strangers who are blind.”

I am leaving.