I think I was always doomed to this kind of sadness. Where I shut down for hours and hours, and...which at times turn into days or even weeks. I've taken a fondness to staring at random places and missing dinners on a row. Somedays I don't fall asleep at all while other days I don't know how to wake up. Is it that I'm slowly going insane? I don't know. This is how I've learnt to survive. I don't know how to stop this anymore. So now that you know what I am, would you still want to step into my town? Would you still want to crack through these layers and layers of empty void? I'd advise that you rather not. I've been sinking into it for long that I fear I won't able to let you go once you put out your waiting hand for me. I'm afraid that I wouldn't stop myself from bleeding into your town as well. I know I'm being selfish. But this how a drowning man sounds like. I'm sorry.