Imagine you're at the rooftop of the condo that you're staying in at NYC. You're gazing at the cars and the lights that shone below. They're like the stars but busy and alive. You're drinking beer in can as you throw the other empty cans below, hoping it won't hit a person. You're listening to your playlist that consists of old sad songs. You're contemplating whether you'll take your life (that escalated a lot huh?) or just continue to live your pathetic sad life. You have your dream job at your dream place. You have already helped your family to live their lives the way you dreamt of. But you're alone. You have no lover that you can run to whenever you're sad. You have no friends that you can party with whenever you're having a bad day. You're just alone with your beer and music.
