What's lonelier than being lonely?

Being me, I guess.


There's nothing new. I am always gloomy and moody. It's weird because I find myself saying that life is monochrome. It's black or white, good or bad, happy or sad, all or nothing.
 
I'm so done with it. My dreams broken, my family's in such a situation. Sometimes, to breakdown is the only choice.

I'm looking forward to the day I'll see it like a rainbow.