I'll always be reminded of the times I fell in love.

I woke up beside my bed, blankly staring at the wall before me.
The window seemed broken again today, though, I can't remember why it's broken, or how it became broken.

Guess there really is something out there that shares similar traits.

I sat up, and once again looked at the cracked glass. "who did this to you?", I ask the inanimate object. Of course, I never expect an answer. It's nice to imagine that it listens, though.

"do I sound insane? talking to you like you would answer me?", I ask again, no reply, of course. Maybe I was a lunatic, after all, that would explain some of the things I've seen. I've been on special pills for some time now, but I don't think they help.
I think they make me see even worse things.

I once saw a little boy at the bottom of my staircase. I never dared to confront him about why he was down there, I simply let him be.

I sometimes think he's still down there, just not as often. Maybe he also wanted someone to talk to. It would have been nice to finally speak to someone again, after all this time.

I don't have the energy for this, for existing. It's very tiring to do, you know?

...

I can't seem to remember what the outside world looks like.