This is the story of someone that always fell into something. They fell for smiles. They fell for happiness. They fell for adventure. They fell for books. They fell for fictional characters. They fell for food. They fell for the nature. They fell in love. Somehow the story, seemed to be falling too. It was like an improvisation. Still ascertaining to the bits and pieces of the falling. And still falling. But one can't only fall in the good of it, right? That's why this someone also fell into tears. They fell into sadness. They fell into the something that could kill them alive. They fell for heartbreaks. They fell for regrets. They fell for mistakes. They fell in depression. Sometimes, these pieces broke. But they were still falling, further and further. Into the bottomless. Into the darkness. Into an abyss of restlessness. Will she climb that abyss on her own? Or she is the gravity to it. Will she fight for that? Or is the darkness her precious form of light. Will she overcome the possibilities and differences? Or will she drown amidst them. Maybe, that's whats it is all about. Her own abyss of insanity.