Everytime I pick up my book I start.. Whatever. I barely read 5pages since I came back.
All I've been doing is... Whatever.
I can still remember how I went crazy. Crying hysterically amidst the "laughter" over my results. I ain't the slightest bit happy over it. It just reminds me of the person I once used to be. I hate changes, be it changing others or myself. Especially when I know I'm heading towards the negative side, and I can't turn back.
It's the worst feeling ever. To know you're alive, yet dead.
Remove my motionless body from that rubble, and when you die, there I'll be, welcoming you with open arms.