The weather has been lovely and depressing. It's funny how the weather knows exactly how i feel. And right now, i can break down in here but no one will care.

No one cared that i havent been eating.

No one cared that i've been throwing up and i dont even know why.

No one cared that i've been sad.

No one cared that i've been walking in the rain, in the biting cold.

Everyone looks through me. It makes me wonder if i'm still alive. I have to be cos i feel hurt. But i might as well be dead. What's the use? I'm breaking down. Mr Hyde is getting tired.

What am i going to do with all these silence?

I'm lost. I've become a stranger, even to myself.

I keep asking myself, what went wrong? Am i to blame for it? But i've tried and there's nothing left for me to do but pick up the pieces and pull myself together.