“It's all about you.”

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I guess it has come to that point of time where everything seems so bleak and colourless.

No vigour, no spice, just monotony seeping into a life that has already been deprived of so many things. No fire, no spark, just lethargy filling up the empty voids left behind in a mortal shell.

I swear this feeling sucks so bad. There are times where I flick my phone up, hoping for a message that doesn't make sense at all, and fall back into slight disappointment. Perhaps I'm expecting too much again but the lack of human touch is beginning to get to me in recent weeks. Perhaps I'm refusing to let bygones be bygones but I suppose my heart is not going to let it go. Or rather, never going to let it go. There are so many things welled up in this tiny piece of muscle that I wished I could scream out loud about but I guess it really is much, much easier to just keel over and stay silent.

I wonder how's this different from being invisible. In any case, I think I'm just beginning to turn into one.