So long ago I wrote so easily, so passionately.
Now I feel my passion has extinguished, my will of enjoying life is so faint inside me...everything faints, everything dies and changes and evolves and dies again.
Everything dies.
Everything dies.
Love is death.
Life is oppressing, is overwhelming.

So long ago I felt happy, blissfully oblivious of life, and reality.
Now the bliss is gone, life has struck me in the face, now I'm whole and also empty.
This oppression in my throat, this wanting to cry and smash things all the time; this anger bottled up, always ready to be uncorked.
What should I do, to fix me, to free me, to rebel against myself?
What should I do to be myself?
What should I do?
What...I'm fainting