And so, it goes on and on. Seems lately I am only moving from one down to another, in a cyclic way.
In these low moments, I only think about the worst things that have ever happened to me, all at once. And I can feel all the things that torment me, all the things I lack, all the things I lost.
Shivers. Headache. Feeling tired of everything, and everyone's façade. The future does not tempt me anymore. It is becoming easier and easier to bring me down on my knees, and I feel I am running out of allies in this war called Life.
I am a little less me every time this happens, a little smaller. I am a little weaker.
Don't know for how long-
