Before I decided to write something, I was actually quite depressed.
There are no friends to listen to, no family to talk to, and even the best friends have left. The boredom is about to come out, but I can't find an outlet to vent it, so I can only stagnate in my heart.
Life is still going on, but I am always trapped in a vicious cycle of hunger strikes, overeating, and losing my temper, compromising, struggling, and then indulging again.
From one extreme to another.
How to say...
Like the darkness before dawn, or the dawn after darkness.