life to me feels like an empty room. things come and go, sometimes giving me happiness and sometimes draining it out of me. but in the end, I’ll always be left in an empty room. I don’t know how everyone else managed to climb out of their own rooms, and why I can’t seem to find the strength. there is only one obvious door, and there’s a big glowing exit sign hanging above it like a beacon. I sit here in this room, too afraid to go through that door, and lost of what else there is to do.
