Dear Reader,

When we're unhappy, we opt for the extreme. It's that desire for something new and different in the hopes that it would lead to something better, or even just a bit of that 'feel-good' factor moment. What is it in our lives that makes us desire extremities though and how far is far?

So I'm not exactly happy. It's just a feeling though, so no, it doesn't matter that much.

I hope whatever I choose to do now would be the right choice or the closest thing to a right choice. I hope whatever it is I choose to do will help rid of this feeling. This echoing sickness that I can hardly contain. I don't want the world to see my real state, my real hatred of what is now and is taking too long to pass. There is just so much filth in this. How will I fall the next time I wonder? How much longer shall I bathe myself in waters of dark abyss?

Why this world now when all one can do is nothing?

I feel these letters get more useless each time.

Yours Truly,
Nayt.