Depression. It's such a common word these days. Although, I was like this even before the days turned dark and full of sorrow. Now, people die in thousands because of the outbreak. They leave behind memories that mean nothing because, just like their memories, the world is also nothing. Everyone living on this earth is just alive, hoping to survive another day. Me? I could care less if I died and I'm pretty sure everyone else wouldn't care either. You see, before the outbreak, apocalypse, whatever you want to call it, I was a worthless burden on anyone and everyone. Now, I promise to myself that I'm never going to be a burden on anyone. I go my own way.
