Waiting..

A new day. A fresh new take on life. Wake up. Feel good for half an hour, after which the mind comes back to the miserable state again.

I've forgotten how happiness felt like. Really.

I won't call myself depressed, and go to a psychiatrist because I haven't got down to breaking stuff. Committing suicide (although I think about it many times)

Maybe its my unfulfilled dreams. Maybe its my degree. Maybe anything. I'll let time heal me and I'll wait.

Lets see how ruthless life can be. I'll keep on waiting...