Wednesday, December 12, 2007


It feels like the world has come to a stop and there is no tomorrow. There is no motivation to do anything.
It is as though I am passing through life like a ship drifting in the sea after the storms have ripped the sails off of the masts.
Life feels grey, pale like a man drained off his blood staring at you helplessly with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes.
The light at the end of the tunnel doesn't seem to appear at all. It keeps getting darker and darker.
The pain of loneliness is inexplicable. It does not intend to kill you, but it can leave you lifeless.
Nothing is fun, everything you like is just another thing happening to you.
The sullen feeling takes birth and easily aggravates. Consuming you rapidly, not giving a chance for hope to arrive to the rescue. Everyday.
Everyday I die again.
Everyday I miss you.
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