Nothing make sense now, I don’t even want to try anymore. An urge to make things better is fading away, each day I wake up with a thought that today I might be able to pull things off which I’m trying to do from ages, but every night I curl up in my bed, tired of everything I couldn’t do. I try to sleep in a hope that may be next time I will be opening my eyes in a different world. A world where a weak person shouldn’t be a burden on anyone. Where blaming and embarrassing a person shouldn’t be a way to push or motivate, where nobody has to win everything or to race for everything. Sometimes I hate it when my eyes open every morning, why it couldn’t be painless to go from this world to another like going to bed at night? Sometimes I’ve to keep reminding myself of the pain I’m in, because it’s may be the last emotion to which my brain still responds to. It’s been a while since I’ve felt any happiness. Smile is the easiest way to deceive people in all this mess, nothing will be asked to you if you kept it on your face. But that essence of true happiness which could be seen in one’s eyes has been faded a long time ago. What pisses me off is not being able to feel sadness either, what pisses me of is that sometimes I become too much aware of my demons that I don’t even cry for help when I’m suffocating, dying for a gasp of fresh air. Because somehow it has become a routine. It’s not that I don’t want to live or just be like normal people but I’m unable to do so. What explanation I can actually give other than this? People can’t get into my head and I don’t want to get into there’s just to defend my sanity or insanity, whatever! Days are passing by, the more I try, the more I sink in. It freaks you out because apparently it seems like there are no efforts made by you…