There would be a day when waking up in the morning and stress and depression are waiting.

Rought day, definitely.

Like in the past, I could go through this. Ignore them, do things I like, hold into someone, and they would be gone.

Like in the past, I could go through this. Time would fly fast and they are nothing.

Like in the past, I could go through this. Those things that so dear to me might not make anything right all the time, but those screenshots somehow could me smile even in the darkest times.

But, today. . .

Sorry, Ignis. I’m sorry. Not now, not tonight, not today.

Depression looks so attractive today and stress want to play.

And I’m falling.

— I could hear the sound of my hear cracking