Despair and hopelessness. I can’t write. There’s no flow anymore I have to force it. When I force it, it doesn’t sound good. I don’t like it. I’m fighting depression and loneliness. I’m fighting. I’m trying to be alive, just for few hours. I try to numb the pain sometimes. It doesn’t last long. I’m just really unhappy. But I’m fighting. I can’t let it consume me. Even if I think I’m in a bad place, very deep inside I believe I can get something better. And be someone better. I have very little hope, but still have hope.