I guess I might have unintentionally signed up to be a relationship counsellor, for the better or worse, seeing as I'm still having to deal with my own. But the strange fact is, helping others in their relationship and seeing them happy, makes me happy too. For some odd reason.

Yes, like any other girl, I'm envious of their happy relationship and wish that I'd find my own some day. But as of current, it's far too early to be thinking about anyone else- perhaps that's the reason why I find happiness in helping others find happiness then. It may sound entirely fake, but I mean it; no girl should have to go through what I had to endure. No decent girl should have to undergo the pain and emotional torture. No decent girl should cry because her boyfriend made her cry.

That's why despite the ardours healing process, I know that my strength stems from my desire to have other girls learn from me, learn from my mistakes, and learn from my pain. And that's what gives me the strength to carry on, knowing that the pain I've experienced will serve as a lesson to other girls out there who are in a relationship or otherwise.

And I'll keep forcing myself forward, even if the odds are hell.

God, please help me.