Quite dusty around here, isn’t it? Well I’m talking metaphorically. Yes, I should compel myself to write, write and write er I mean type, type and type. Right now, my world is blanketed with the murky clouds of pessimism and dejection. Ugh, sometimes I feel it’s hard to breathe peaceably in such condition. My despondent spirit ought to be revived because of the failure and past regrets.

Currently, I feel like drowning helplessly in the deep blue sea, plunging into the bottomless. I did try to swim back to the surface but I feel my legs are being tied up to the heavy metal and my hands are completely paralyzed. I just let myself fall, fall into the abyss of oblivion without any attempt to break free. Not because I didn’t try, I did but the wave of negativity seems insurmountable and too strong to be eradicated with my feeble, puny spirit.

I feel futile and useless. Please help me the Mighty One.