A boy broke my heart. He ended a (almost) 2-year relationship with me. That break-up made me numb for a week. I didn't eat much, didn't move and was in bed all week, I cried for days because of a boy. I was unproductive. I also fell ill during that week, it was due to stress. It was my hell week.

After that week, I realized how stupid I am. I just wasted a week of sulking, I should've done something. I made a list of what I want to do and tried to make it into a reality.

Now, 2 months after our break-up, I am very much happy. I have my own business to run (I'm a reseller and running an online shop), I learned to play a piano, made myself a scrapbook (I tried to be artistic for a change) , I tried writing (I'm here in good info net haha!) and joined a mass organization. All of this was my achievement, not because of our break-up, it was because I pushed myself.