I'm wilting with the roses.

Never ending circle of sadness.

You know how some teenage drama movies start off with some dreary depicted girl who's typing her feelings away on a computer? Yeah, this is one of those times, image free. Sorry guys, you will have to read to understand.

Let's see.. what should I start off with? How about.. a basic introduction of myself, and why I'm making this.

Name: not important, but I will go by Tigris. Reason for this story: As of lately, I have found myself feeling as though I am submerged in the ocean. I am held down by stones that hold each and every problem, pain, and mistake I have ever made. Every hurtful word I have received. Every jab to the stomach, both physical and metaphorical. Every false accusation that has been brought against me. Every failure. Everything.

See, for a while I was doing better than I ever had. No pain. No harm. Nothing that could really.. bring me down. Now? I am in a plunging elevator that is falling evermore deep into a sea of pain.

This sadness is just like a disease in remission. If things go well, I build enough strength to fight it, and be happy. Yet, when it comes back, it drains me of all strength I have. It leaves me defenseless, alone, and broken. It never goes away.. it just hides until it has no choice but to return.