I don't know what to write
But do I have something to say?
Life isn't really going well, I mean no ones life is
All I do is rant about how I'm tired of living but what good does that do to me?
Nothing
I just gave up on my whining on my sadness
Ranting about the world no point to it at all
So I just live until death takes me away

Stuck in Limbo, an eternity  of rain and coldness.

Puffy eyes, runny nose are how I look everyday.

Empty void.

I lose passion for strumming melancholy rhythms in this guitar .

I lose passion for creating and alternate reality were I play God and create my nature and arts.

I lose passion for creating stories with better worlds.

I lose passion for waking up in the mornings with no purpose.

I lose passion for breathing.

Lose passion for speaking.

No passion for living.
No passion at all.