pits

A grey has taken over, and the day seems bleak. Nothing I am doing feels real, my head is somewhere else. Forced into circumstance, despite my best intention to be blinded to the bad. I hope that one day it will stop feeling like it's my fault. I hope one day I will look back and see this for what it really is - instead of holding on to a guilt for something that was never mine to start with. It can only go up from the bottom.