Unravel me.

In a melancholy, wallow-in-depression mood for the past 2 days. Oddly enough the days pass by decently enough, what with activity and all to immerse and occupy myself with. It's the nights that kill. When everything's quiet and still the only thoughts you hear are your own. When you start to wonder, and imagine. What ifs and maybes. Whens, wheres and whys. Not that I don't enjoy the solitude most of the time... its just moments like these beyond control that bleed your emotional strength dry, and everything seems bleak and drearier than it really is.

Its like when you know exactly just what another is doing, twisting yet another around a bent finger, but you find yourself compromised, and unable say a word.

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I am the archive of our failure.

"Black and White" - Sarah Mclachlan