It’s been thirteen days since Colton left me in the forest, and I don’t think I have the will to keep trying anymore. I’m tired of life and everything has become so mundane. Everything I thought I experienced before that day is nothing compared to how I’ve been since. It’s like my family has died all over again, and I am bereft and inconsolable. I’ve no more tears because I’ve cried so many. I’m nothing but a numb, hollow shell and the sunlight has withdrawn from my world to leave me in eternal cold shadow.
I tried to stop the spiraling depression; I fought hard to beat this feeling of being sucked free of all life, but the Fates don’t play when you deny them. I’m not even living anymore. Such is my empty continuous state of nothing.
I robotically move from my room to kitchen, fr
