Don't lead us into the dark

Morale is at an all time low.

I haven't stepped on a skateboard in two weeks. I can't afford another one. I'm stuck deeply cut in this rut; depressed.

I don't feel like typing anymore, sort of how I feel about everything, anymore.
























































































I will forever stand alone, of course. false sense of security, bond, and hope. It's just a cycle of rising and falling.

as of late, the only sense of wanting I've felt is to be outside of this country, away from all I know, with everything I want.

I'm praying for something of my own.