Where do I even begin? It's been so long. Life seems much the same now I suppose. The same faces, the same patterns, the same monotony. I feel lost in it all. I feel as though I am a charactor trapped inside a black and white silent film, looking out at the world of color and sound, simply wanting to be seen and heard. The struggle to find purpose in life feels like a heavy chain, shackled around my body, dragging me down. I try to find joy in the small things, but frankly its becoming tiring. I spend too much time missing my child, my friends, and the piece of mind that comes with having a job.