It's April, but I'm feeling cold... empty and quiet. Just the night lights with stars hiding behind clouds yet visible.
It's a nostalgic feeling, isn't it?
Quiet, so you could hear every small noise. Though my head's loud but without any thoughts, empty and quite.
It was around 4 in the morning. Nothing but muffled engine sounds as I heard footsteps.
'I'm getting paranoid again,' I said to myself.
My heart started sinking as a sudden wave of guilt hit me. I just wanted to stop existing. I was thinking all those things as I suddenly got up to reach my drawer.
- 'No, I shouldn't.'
- 'Just one more hit.' I started bracing myself for the rush of euphoria that comes with it.
'Fuck it,' I yelled as I laid on the floor like a dog, looking out my window as the sky's getting blue.
