Now

Lights have been off for a long time, all is darkness, silence. At least on the inside. Out there, all I see and hear are happy people laughing. Lucky them. Unlucky me.

Me? I don't think I'm even 'me'. With time, I've become a twisted version of the happy innocent child I once was. What I am now is completely different, and is getting worse. Some months ago, I was nothing else but a common depressed guy. Now, I don't see the end, no dawn after the night, no light at the end of the tunnel. I don't even know how I manage to get up every morning and deal with the world. I have no idea about how I do this, but I don't think it will last forever. And when it's over, I'll surely break down. And I hope so, because I'm growing unable to feel anymore, no laughs, no tears. That is sad. I want this to end, one way, or another, but NOW.

Sorry to disturb, but I had to tell this to whoever is willing to read this crap.

Good night

Nero