One of those days.

Writhing in the throes of depression when theres no right to be depressed is not a pleasant place at all. But alas, when the negatives start piling up and you're too lazy to help yourself, theres not much you can do about it except feel bad and accept reality as it is.

Gone are the days where you can just laugh away or brush off the unpleasantries of life as if nothing bothers you, with not a care in the world.

How bad reality strikes you down. Its like being left out in the cold wilderness wondering what has happened, feeling so open and vulnerable.

Is this maturity?

Or is it just because theres no longer a sense of belonging. Sitting alone in some corner, surrounded by people who see through you. Walking in and out of your life with impunity simply because you're just a speck of dirt in the whole scheme of things. The type that people don't even bother to brush off their shoes.

Maybe one day that will change. Or remain as it always has. Leaving one feeling as if there is no reason for existence.