When I wake up, I feel heavy. My brain my scenes are heavy, slow.
When I eat, either I don't even a little or I go on.
When I see myself in the mirror, I feel sorry for myself. I know the world thinks of me that way.
I don't buy interesting clothes no more. Infact I haven't bought anything interesting for myself in the past months.
I can't sleep, I don't want to leave the bed either.
Food doesn't taste the same, air doesn't smell the same, haven't felt the breeze again.
People say maybe I have just grown lazy. I don't know. I just now feel like dragging myself around.