Life. I was satisfied. I was contented. I was happy. But not now. I don't know why but suddenly at the age eighteen, I began to lose my desire to live. 'Is this girl going to commit suicide?', is what you might think. Well, maybe yes. I've been thinking about it. I've been hurting myself recently so maybe I'll end up in that road. What is life? What is it to live? Why do we live? What do we want to do in life? Typical questions that we all think about. Questions that had been running around my mind for a while now. Are these thoughts of a person who has lost her purpose to live? Maybe yes or maybe it's just a thought of a normal person who is just lost. You judge. This is my story.