STORM.

☹two

to be honest, i don't even remember when it started.

when i first became depressed.

i know at first i felt tired all the time.

i thought it was just of doing practically the same thing every single day.

waking up, going to school and then going to bed.

later, i learned it was less about how i lived the day and more about the fact that i was living.

i didn't want to anymore.

all of a sudden any kind of passion and inspiration i had was gone.

like a strong gust of wind on a dandelion, every piece of me blew away.

any part of me that made it through that was washed away by the sky.

the rain fell and fell until every essence of me was completely wiped out.

my happiness.

my joy.

my will to live.