It is kinda weird... i feel depressed as of late.. Like everything is closing in around me and the only thing i can see is things through my camera lens. The world has become almost black and white, and all the color is lost, Books are my enimies though they have long been my source of refuge. My artwork remains unposted because it is too bleak and the only stuff i can do with out screaming is listen to music. Is it weird that writing is starting to beccome an enemy that i never knew i had? Is it weird that the only thing i can do right now is stare off and look at a sunrise and see no colors. My life right now is dull, unhappening, and melancholy. Tennis where my anger is always pulled out, remians inside, drama on my tennis team is too much that im starting to hate a game that i fell in love with. My songs that i write are becoming more emotional, more angry, and more sad, all at the same time, but i do not post them, My stories are dry and lack emotion and right now the only emotion i feel is black, silence, the echoing truth that this is a life that i can not get out of and the scariness of not knowing what is directly in front of me. This. This is my future.