Die Diery,

Eversince I woke up from my nightmare, I've been feeling gray.

It's like my whole life was torn, and I'm all alone. I can't even tell anyone about how I feel.
Sometimes I feel blessed and I feel good. 
By good, it means I get entertained easily, easy to be pleased, just like me.
The other day, I feel mad about myself cause I can't feel anything. Nothing makes me laugh or smile. Not a thing.
I frown and I feel sick.
I go to sleep earlier so that I don't have to worry about my mundane days.
I am a bird in a cage. One lonely bird.

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