Form 6

Entering: Another phase of depression. Found no reason for everything i do. So freaking rebelious and yet found no pleasure through those rebelious moments. Used to have fun that way, but it seems numb, through the bone, body and soul. Tried very hard to relive my senses, where failure at every corner awaits me. Nothing ever excites me no more. The fact that I'm awaiting for a miracle is still there. Maybe that'll be hope, that'll help me grind through the next day.