Journal Entry (1 year old)

I don’t see the point in trying if nothings going to work. I can’t climb myself out of this hole when the walls keep breaking off with each attempt. And with each effort I only fall again with new injuries. Soon enough my whole body will break and have no strength to climb up again. My body is decaying and becoming a part of this dark, empty, nothingness. The walls are caving in and it’s raining. The rain cries for me and I’m drowning. I’m stuck and all I can do is wait for my last breath to come. The only comfort I have is the certainty of my demise.