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I feel that strange sense of coldness again. No, I'm just not entirely sure what I feel. I dont FEEL anything. Things are starting to slow down, my energy is dropping, and each breath is exasperating. Anger and sadness compact and triumph over all odds while I'm left here to think... my god, I hate thinking. It merely prolongs the sickness of mental decay. And I'm sooo fucking miserable, I dont even know why. You're all probably laughing at me, too. Couldnt I at least have a plausible explanation as to why my mood swings seem to get the best of me? Give me a fucking reason to mope about while my years are slowly crumbling. I want to at least know what I'm crying about -__-

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