Everything that has color and reason starts to die, right as I realize it’s importance. I sit back while all color fades and I’m left knowing that the worst darkness I’ve ever known is right around the mountain. Try not to die this time. All purpose is lost. I try hard to better myself, but fuck up, and nobody understands how I feel. I can’t tell anyone because I don’t like to sound like a pity seeker. I’m stuck in this glass ball just being rolled around wherever it wants me to go. Not again…