Human bodies are like shells and their personalities are the fillings
Some shells are filled more than others, but I never have seen a shell completely full.
Until I met him. He was nothing but personality. Honestly half bad half good, but it was him, and that's what I loved about him.
I was extremely happy with him and happy to have know such a person.
But one day he went away. That's when my shell crumbled and shattered because he filled a part of it I struggled to keep up. That's when more if my shell crumbled and continued to crumble until I was completely shattered and empty.
I thought there was no fixing it. Ever.
But as time passed by I realized i could build a stronger shell, with better contents, and this down fall I had wasn't a step back, it was two steps forward.
Know I don't need others to hold my shell up, I don't needs others to fill it with temporary happiness, because all of it is my own now.
