ℳ𝓎 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 ✫ⓅⓄⒺⓉⓇⓎ✫

Running out of time

I'm running out of time, my clock is ticking.
Every passing minute, every passing hour is the same. The same empty feeling filled with an idea of happiness but never the real thing.

School days are getting longer and all the breaths are getting harder to take. I'm struggling through the endless loop of similar days, slowly drowning in silent nights and dark, cloudy skies.

I'm running out of time to find what I once had..or what I think I once had. It's never been clear when it was there but I remember clearly when it went. When it all went wrong and this clock started ticking faster by each second.

I'm running out of time, and so are the people around me. We are all doomed to end, and the clock is ticking.

We're officially running out of time.