I'm trapped in this unconventional world. Hanging by a thread of inconsistency. I try to leave, before things go wrong. But so many things have already happened. I can't go forward or back. Stuck in this moment never to leave. It's like depression, the falling of leaves. In this moment when I'm my unhappiest, I try to cry but even that's not happening. I'm in my purgatory.
February 1, 2012