12th grade - parties, boyfriends, high school. Not for me. Was there something wrong with me? I'd spent my Friday nights watching Pretty Little Liars instead of going to parties, I'd spent my Saturdays with a good book and a big cup of milk coffee, I'd like best long walks. But once you taste, it's like a drug - you want more and more. I discover how world is really like, I discover what's love, I start discovering me. But what if, one morning, you wake up and you suddenly have nothing? What if you realise everything's gone, you'd lose even the one that makes you happy. "You don't realise what you have until you lose it." And the worst, I start losing me. And I don't know if I'll ever find again this me, the one I was before, the real me...