I'm depressed, right now, and barely hanging on. Where my heart still is, I admit I'm not too sure. Downright depressing. I don't know how to pour everything out. The tears aren't coming out. And I hate the tears. I hate it when tears brim my eyes when I'm sad. It burns. Why is that I'm so paranoid of the future?

It's because there will lasts, and I'm afraid of firsts.

I think I've had the slightest taste of a downfall.

My dreams, whatever, only exist as mirages. They die, in reality.

Seems like joy is only evanescent. Why won't it linger a little more longer?

God. Help. Me. You're my only refuge.