(e.j.p)
Nothing is bright anymore, everything is just bland. I see no colours anymore, all I see is grey. Nothing exites me anymore, it's as if my heartbeat don't exist.
I'm low, it's dark, it's familiar. My year is divided between lying and truth. I've fought, i've tried. It's terribly tiring to fight yourself, no matter which turn you take there is always a dead end.
How disapointing I no longer want to find a way out.