It’s getting tougher to breathe every day. People, places, health, desires, wishes, dreams, broken hearts, misery everywhere. Difficult people to deal with and difficult situations to handle. It’s a headache. The guilt is tiring and suffocating. The happiness is sparse, almost fleeting. A silent, hidden sob gets born and dies just the same. Goes in a cycle. Everything. Turn turn turn. Round round round. Needs… wants… desires… regrets… You’re loving all of this aren’t you? It’s not easy to get up in the morning. It’s harder to sleep at nights. A tangible fear of everything collapsing while I’m asleep and never having lived! But then again, can you kill someone already dead?