February 11
I haven't the desire to write in weeks. The winter's been so bleak. This sustained cold has rested upon this place like a blanket of misery. Getting out of bed is difficult. More difficult is finding a reason to enter the world. With its gray tones and heavy air, it's unwelcoming and harsh.
This depression is thick and, like layers of guilt, it presses heavy upon me. I know the weather will break eventually, I just can't feel it.
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Diary of the Defeated: Cold and Gray
JM Scoviak, 13 Feb 2015
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Diary of the Defeated
Ficção GeralA collection of journal entries from an unfortunate individual dealing with the torment of his existence.